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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: Shigure Sohma

            For several moments, Larva simply sat in silence, as if judging whether or not she was worthy to hear what he thought. Laurel tolerated it as best she could, but eventually her patience wore out and she said, “Look, if you’re even thinking about telling me, you’d better do it now, because the other guys will be returning eventually.”
            Larva reached up and removed his mask, staring down at her with solemn eyes. Laurel was too spellbound to notice. The man was positively breathtaking, even with his creepy dagger nails and despite the fact that he was more or less a demon. Demons were fallen angels according to some cultures, and weren’t angels supposed to be the pinnacle of physical beauty? Larva certainly was…
            The girl resembled Miyu, at least physically, and Larva was wise enough to understand that was the reason he found her so compelling. He had rarely been drawn to women in his life. This one was pretty enough, but no vaunted beauty. However, she was petite with brown hair and enormous eyes, and in this way she resembled his mistress. Her personality thus far did not seem to be similar, but then again, what mortal could possibly suffer from the same complex melancholy that a Vampire endured?
            “The man I saw is an Immortal,” Larva finally replied, his oddly colored eyes gleaming in thought. “I am not sure yet who he is, but I know that much. Why he has brought us here, I cannot say. We must have angered him in some way. Immortals tend to be…touchy and temperamental.”
            He was one, he ought to know.
            Laurel sighed and leaned her head back on the couch, muttering, “If only I could be sure this wasn’t a dream.”
            Larva whispered, “I assure you it isn’t, but only time will tell.”
            Laurel glanced over at him, but his face was expressionless as the mask he normally wore.

            There was a main hall that led from the gathering room to an enormous eating area. From this main hall, there branched several smaller hallways. Each hallway leading from the main one took them to a wing that appeared to be designed specifically for one person. Carrot’s wing was full of women: statues and posters adorned the area as far as the eye could see. The closet in his room was full of the clothes he always wore. And the place was loaded down with girly magazines.
            Aya’s wing consisted of a tremendous library lined from the floor to ceiling with books, an equally large training room chocked full of weapons of various sorts, and his bedroom was also stocked in the various clothes he was known for wearing.
            Seto’s wing was riddled with computers, there seemed to be one in each room, although they were not able to be turned on, the men tried each one hoping to be able to send word out over the internet, but to no avail. There was a gigantic room that Seto quickly recognized as a Dueling Chamber, capable of reproducing the cards in huge images just like Duel Discs. His bedroom was styled completely to his reserved tastes, down to the familiar clothes in his closet.
            Larva’s wing was…well, they really didn’t know because they glanced in the entry room, found sheer darkness, and decided not to investigate it. The guy creeped them out enough to where they wisely concluded they didn’t want to know what his rooms looked like.
            The remaining three wings were empty. The men explored all of the rooms, but there was not a single thing to be found in the last three wings. One thing was very clear: the wings had been specifically created for each of them, and with painstaking care. It seemed whoever was orchestrating this whole thing was quite meticulous. Except for one thing: the bathrooms. Each wing had a bathroom, but that only consisted of a toilet and sink. No showers or tubs were anywhere in sight.
            “Well that’s weird, how are we supposed to clean up,” Carrot demanded when they reached the conclusion that there was nothing in their wings’ bathrooms but toilets. “I don’t think I can fit in the sink or the toilet.”
            “I could help you try,” Aya muttered, earning a grin from Seto.
            Kaiba glanced at Carrot and assured him, “There are bathing areas in this mansion. There has to be. Someone went to a lot of trouble preparing this place for our arrival, I doubt they’d overlook something as commonplace as a shower.”
            “Yes, it seems this place was made for each of us,” Aya grimly agreed, hand flexing on the shaft of his sword.
            All three of the men exchanged glances in uneasy silence, well aware that the extent their captor had gone to in accommodating their needs was expansive, and alarming. It spoke of years of planning for an ordinary person. Just who or what were they dealing with?
            “Hey, we haven’t checked the hottie’s wing yet,” Carrot suddenly crowed. “Women always have a thing for bathrooms, maybe hers has a shower!”
            Before Aya or Seto could restrain him, he was gone, running in the direction of the main hall that seemed to connect the mansion.
            “That man thinks with his penis more than any guy I’ve ever known, and I know one who I’d thought no one could outdo,” Aya growled, thinking of his womanizing coworker Yoji.
            “We should make sure he doesn’t go through her panties,” Seto dryly remarked, knowing fully well that was probably what Carrot would do first. The men sighed and then took off after him. Halfway to the entry hall of the empty wing they had been exploring, they skidded to a halt, because they caught up to Carrot. He had come to an abrupt stop, his eyes wide, and it didn’t take Aya and Seto long to understand why. The room he was in was fully furnished, when minutes ago it had been completely empty.
            “What the hell is going on here,” Seto demanded as they took in the sitting room which appeared to have a distinctly Asian design.
            “I was just about to ask you that,” a bright, cheerful voice replied.

            The men had been gone a long time, Laurel thought to herself. Not that she minded the peace and quiet; their bickering had already managed to get on her stressed nerves. And she didn’t really mind the company she was with; Larva was a lovely companion, but a silent one. He had not spoken since he had told her they were not in a dream. Still, she felt safe in his company, sure that there were few who could defeat him and somehow knowing he would protect her from harm. Although why she had yet to ascertain.
            Nonetheless, she felt a moment of alarm when the entrance to a new side hall formed in the living room without warning. Larva stiffened beside her, and she thought she heard the distinct sound of his claws lengthening as he slowly placed his mask on once more. They watched as the hall entryway took shape, and from within they could hear the far off sound of voices. Someone was in there. Laurel glanced around the living room, once again wondering where all the entryways in it led to. She knew the one behind her led straight to the Cake Room she had woken up in, that god awful pink and gold room. She knew the enormous one that connected to the living room directly in the center was where the boys had gone. But the other four, now five, hallways she had no clue about.
            Larva was a creature of action, he did not like sitting and waiting for danger to come to him. He rose and ordered, “Follow me,” not wanting to let the girl out of his sight, somehow feeling it was his duty to protect her. Laurel sighed to herself, flattered and irritated he felt she needed protecting, she wasn’t a helpless child but then again she wasn’t a superhero either. And she had absolutely no fighting abilities beyond her smart mouth. She got up and obediently followed him into the newly formed hallway.
            The voices got louder as they walked down it, pausing before what appeared to be a paper door. Larva slid it open and then paused, Laurel poked her head around the corner and now recognizing the voices, said, “It sounds like the guys are in there.”
            Larva said only, “Stay behind me.”
            Laurel gritted her teeth and stomped in his wake. He led her through some sort of art studio, perhaps a writer’s room, filled with tables piled high with papers and covered in pens. The next room they came to was some sort of Oriental living room, complete with low sitting furniture and exotic looking decorations. Larva drew to a halt and once again Laurel looked around him, just in time to hear Seto ask what was going on and a new voice wanting to know the same. Larva and Laurel turned to look at the speaker at the same time as the guys, and the first thing she thought was, As if Carrot wasn’t bad enough!
            A tall, handsome dark haired man wearing a lounging robe stood in the center of the sitting room, a friendly smile on his face and a perplexed look in his eyes. She recognized him on sight of course. It was Shigure Sohma.
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