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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
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New Arrival: Subaru Sumeragi

            Despite what it might look like, Nakago was not trying to actually harm Aya. Rather, he was testing an enemy to learn the extent of its strength. When Nakago had gone to sleep, he had been resting peacefully in his own elaborate tent upon a lavish bed. He had woken up in an equally impressive bed, inside a splendid room, but that had not changed the fact that he was in strange territory. He had somehow apparently been taken prisoner. Nakago had immediately risen and dressed, finding his armor, and several more sets of it as well as numerous clothes, in a storage room near the bed. He was relieved to find whoever had captured him had been foolish enough to leave him his sword, though he had to wonder at their lack of intelligence for doing so. He had many enemies, and any one of them could be responsible for his capture, though he was puzzled how they had managed to take him without waking him. He was a light sleeper, being a warrior and used to staying alert even while resting.
            Nakago flew out of the bedroom, stalking through two more enormous rooms that somehow seemed to be styled after his own tastes. He was a lover of beauty and art as well as power and war, and the rooms he passed through were a mixture of both: vivid paintings and sculptures were littered throughout a formal room that also housed exquisite suits of armor. Another room, equipped with various weapons (how stupid were these captors of his?) had an aesthetically pleasing layout, complete with a magnificent marble statue of a warrior in the very center of the training room.
            The entire place called to him to explore it, to make it his own, but he ignored these urges in favor of discovering where he was, and why. He had just made his way out into the hall when he ran into a red haired man carrying a sword. The two had instantly gone into battle stances, blades at the ready as they eyed one another, and after a moment’s pause they had locked in battle. The redhead was surprisingly good for one so young, but Nakago knew he would be able to defeat the boy if necessary, experience was on his side. He was only testing the other man, and so when a large group of people materialized behind his opponent, he immediately circled around so he was facing them fully, his back to the empty rooms he had just left.
            The new arrivals all looked odd to him, completely different from each other. There were four men and a woman. The woman he chose to ignore for the moment, as she was small and seemed harmless. One man wore a vacant expression on his face and was given to exaggerated gestures, Nakago quickly dismissed him. The second man had a clever look about him but appeared soft, he was smart but no warrior and did not seem the type given to combat, though he could still be the leader of this group. The third man was much more noteworthy, though he did not appear to be a fighter, his stance was aggressive and his eyes shrewd, he was certainly someone used to giving command. The fourth man was massive, cloaked in black, his face hidden behind a white mask, but there was an air about him that instinctively warned Nakago he was not a man to be crossed. Finally he glanced at the girl. She was small as he had surmised, pleasantly formed and pretty but no beauty like Soi. She looked innocent enough, but there was something about the way her eyes followed the movements of his sword as it clashed with the redhead’s that made him less inclined to dismiss her as innocuous.
            The group seemed to be discussing something of importance, and it was obvious to him that they were confused and irritable, some more then others. They appeared to be ill at ease with one another, not companions but strangers it seemed. He quickly concluded they had been brought here without warning, much as he had. Once he reached this decision, Nakago lowered his blade and said, “Peace, I have no quarrel with you. I seek the one who brought me here.”
            Aya was caught by surprise at his opponent’s sudden withdrawal and he regarded the other man with open suspicion, refusing to put aside his katana. “You won’t find him. We have searched this entire house and no one is here.”
            “But Aya, he wasn’t here a moment ago either,” Carrot pointed out in his exuberant manner as the others edged nearer to the swordsmen.
            “He’s correct,” Seto replied. “This whole area was empty only a few minutes ago. It is far from deserted now. In fact, it appears to be superbly laid out. Tell me, sword master, did the rooms you find yourself in seem…made for you?”
            “There were several of my clothes in the sleeping quarters,” Nakago hesitantly agreed, wondering what this all meant. “And the rooms I walked through did have a certain appeal for me.”
            “I don’t understand how this is happening,” Laurel sighed. “I mean, one minute Larva and I are sitting in the main living room, that Great Hall, waiting for the three of you to come back, and the next thing we know, a new hallway forms and leads us to Shigure’s rooms.”
            “Which were empty moments before we arrived, according to Seto,” Larva added.
            “And now we find another set of rooms, once empty but now full, and Nakago is here,” Laurel went on, her hands weaving in the air in exasperation.
            The blond warrior turned to her, startled. “How did you know my name?”
            Everyone else turned to stare at Laurel as well. She felt herself flushing bright pink under their close looks and said, “Uh, I’ve seen you before.”
            Nakago frowned and said, “I do not recall ever meeting you.”
            “This is not the first time you’ve known one of us on sight, either,” Aya quietly commented. “You recognized Larva, and Shigure as well. Is there anything you care to tell us? Are you perhaps involved with whoever is behind this whole mess after all?”
            Laurel shifted under their stares, but strangely felt unafraid, perhaps because she knew she had done nothing wrong. She raised her chin defiantly and retorted, “I am not.”
            “Then how do you know who we all are,” Seto asked, his face puzzled but his voice far more kind then Aya’s had been.
            Larva took a step closer to her, his movement placing him partially between Laurel and the other men, obviously a protective gesture. On her other side, Carrot had drawn alongside her, one hand resting on the sword he wore but rarely used. Laurel smiled, relieved to know not everyone was suspicious of her. “Well, where I am from, I can see things on TV, and I happen to have seen all of you that way, at one point in time or another,” Laurel explained.
            “Huh, I watch TV and I don’t recall ever seeing any of you before,” Aya remarked, though his gut told him she wasn’t lying, and he always trusted his instincts.
            “What land are you from,” Nakago demanded, his gaze intense as he stared at Laurel.
            “The USA,” she honestly replied, though she knew perfectly well he had been referring to what planet she was from.
            Nakago frowned again, having never heard of a place called USA, only a foreign land called Earth. “So a TV is like a divination device?”
            “Uh, you could say that,” Laurel gave a shrug. “You see any number of things on it.”
            “Are there any such devices here that you could look into,” he asked, his voice much more respectful now that he thought she knew something of magic.
            “There are a few in the main living room.”
            “Then let us look for the answers there, lady…?”
            With a heartfelt sigh, Laurel set about introducing everyone again.
            Shigure took Laurel’s arm and said, “Do lead the way, divine lady.”
            Laurel noted the hint of laughter in his voice, being cursed he knew very well what divination was, even if some of the others did not. He also knew a TV was not used for divination. Undoubtedly Aya, Seto and Larva knew this as well, but they were too gentlemanly to tease her about it. Seto, she suspected, was curious why she would mislead Nakago. Aya seemed to have gotten over his suspicion of her, and Larva seemed to have faith in her no matter what she did. Nakago would figure out the truth of the matter quickly enough, but she’d answer the questions he was bound to have when they came up and not a moment sooner.
            The odd bunch made its way back to the Great Hall, as Laurel had called it, in relative silence, each person lost in their own musings, even Carrot was subdued for once. Thus they were startled when they walked into the huge room and found themselves facing a tall, dark haired man with mismatched eyes, dressed in a white trench coat and black clothing. Sorrow seemed to envelop him as he studied them with a detached calm, completely unlike any of the others had felt upon arriving, with the exception of Larva.
            “This place reeks of magic,” the man quietly spoke aloud. “Not evil, but definitely powerful enough to bring me here against my will, especially in my sleep. I am Subaru Sumeragi of the Sumeragi clan. What do you want with me?”
            Before anyone could reply, there was a brilliant flash of light, and then a deep, rich voice said, “At last, everyone is here. Now the fun can begin!”
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