Angels and Demons

Me: ok I finally got time to write this chapter up
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Character information on who's appeared so far.
Bakura: Hassassin, killer, etc....
Solomon Mutou: The dead physicist, and catholic priest
Arthur Hawkins: The leader of CERN, also a physicist
Yami Motou: A Symbologist, teacher, one of the main characters
????: Dark character, leader of the brotherhood, Janus
Rex Raptor: The airplane pilot, driver, and escort
Espa Roba: Sentry
Maximillion Pegasus: Inventor and Physicists at CERN
Tea Gardner: Prostitute, sex slave for the Hassassin
Duke Devlin: Young Guard
Yugi Mutou: Physicists, 2 main character
(OTHERS WILL AR LAR LATER IN FURTHER CHAPTERS.)
Hikari shadowcat: Anyway rated R for Yaoi between YxYY and then close to a rape scene with YxB, death, murder, etc..... also we forgot to mention earlier Yugi's gonna be little different then normally the same goes for anyone else we add to the story.
Me: anyway, we don't own YuGiOh or the book Angels and Demons by: Dan Brown we only borrow them to write are stories so no suing so enjoy and remember to review.

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Chapter 14

Motou stepped out of building C and into the open air, grateful to be outside Mutou’s flat. The sun helped dissolve the image of the empty eye socket emblazoned into his mind.
“This way, please” Hawkin said, veering up a steep path. The electric wheelchair seemed to accelerate effortlessly. “Mr. Mutou will be arriving any moment.”
Motou hurried to keep up.
“So,” Hawkin asked. “Do you still doubt the Illuminati’s involvement?”
Motou had no idea what to think anymore. Mutou’s religion affiliations were definitely troubling, and yet Motou could not bring himself to abandon every shred of academic evidence he had ever researched. Besides, there was the eye….
“I still maintain,” Motou said, more forcefully than he intended “that the Illuminati are not responsible for this murder The missing eye is proof.”
“What?”
“Random mutilation,” Motou explained, “is very…UN-Illumin Cul Cult specialists see desultory defacement from inexperienced fringe sects --- zealots who commit random acts of terrorism --- but the Illuminati have always been more deliberate.”
“Deliberate? Surgically removing someone’s eyeball is not deliberate?”
“It sends no clear message. It serves no higher purpose”
Hawkin’s wheelchair stopped short at the top of the hill. He turned. “Mr. Motou, believe me, that missing eye does indeed serve a higher purpose…a much higher purpose.”
As the two men crossed the grassy rise, the beating of helicopter blades became audible to the west. A chopper appeared, arching across the open valley toward them. It banked sharply, then slowed to a hover over a helipad painted on the grass.
Motou watched, detached his mind churning circles like the blades, wondering if a full night’s sleep would make his current disorientation any clearer. Somehow, he doubted it.
As the skids touched down, a pilot jumped out and started unloading gear. There was a lot of it --- duffels, vinyl wet bags, scuba tanks, and crates of what appeared to be high-tech diving equipment.
Motou was confused. “Is that Mr. Mutou’s gear?” he yelled to Hawkin over the roar of the engines.
Hawkin nodded and yelled back, “he was doing biological research in the Balearic Sea.”
“I thought you said he was a physicist!”
“He is. He’s a Bio Entanglement Physicist. He studies the interconnectivity of the life systems. His work ties closely with his grandfathers work in particle physics. Recently he disproved one of Einstein’s fundamental theories by using atomically synchronized cameras to observe a school of tuna fish.”
Motou searched his host’s face for any glint of humor. Einstein and tuna fish? He was starting to wonder if the X-33 space plane had mistakenly dropped him off on the wrong planet.
A moment later Yugi Mutou emerged from the fuselage Yami Motou realized today was going to be a day of endless surprises. Descending from the chopper in his Khaki shorts and black sleess ess top, Yugi Mutou looked nothing like the bookish physicist, he had expected. Lithe anacefaceful, he was short with tan skin and multi-color hair that swished in the back wind of the rotors. His face was unmistakably Italian—not overly beautiful, but possessing full earthy features that even at twenty yards seemed to exude a raw sensuality. As the air current buffeted his body, his clothes clung, accentuating his slender body.
“Mr. Mutou is a man of tremendous personal strength,” Hawkin said, seeming to sense Mr. Motou’s captivation. “He spends months at a time working in dangerous ecological systems. He is a strict vegetarian and CERN’s resident guru of Hatha yoga.”
Hatha yoga? Motou mused. The Ancient Buddhist art of meditative stretching seemed an odd proficiency for the physicist grandson of a Catholic priest.
Motou watched Yugi approach. He has obviously been crying, his deep violet eyes filled with emotions Motou could not place, still he d tod toward them with fire and command. His limbs were strong and toned, radiating the healthy luminescence of Mediterranean flesh that had enjoyed long hours in the sun.
“Yugi,” Hawkin said as he approached. “My deepest condolences. It’s a terrible loss for science…for all of us here at CERN.”
Yugi nodded gratefully, when he spoke his voice was smooth---a throaty, accented English, “Do you know who is responsible yet?”
“were still working on it.”
He turned to Motou, holding out a slender hand. “My name is Yugi Mutou, you’re from Interpol, I assume?”
Motou took his hand, momentarily spellbound by the depth of his watery gaze. “Yami Motou” he was unsure what else to say.
“Mr. Motou is not with the authorities,” Hawkin explained. “He is a specialist from the U.S. He’s here to help us locate who is responsible for this situation.”
Yugi looked uncertain, “And the police?”
Hawkin exhaled but said nothing.
“Where is his body?” He demanded.
“Being attended to.”
The white lie surprised Motou.
“I want to see him,” Yugi said.
“Yugi,” Hawkiged,ged, “your grandfather was brutally murdered. You would be to remember him as he was.”
Yugi began to speak but was interrupted.
“Hey Yugi!” voices called from the distance. “Welcome home!”
He turned. A group of scientists passing near the helipad waved happily.
“Disprove any more of Einstein’s theories?” one shouted.
Another added, “Your grandfather must be proud!”
Yugi gave the men an awkward wave as they passed. Then he turned to Hawkin, his face now clouded with confusion. “Nobody knows yet?”
“I decided discretion was paramount.”
“You haven’t told the staff my grandfather was murdered?” His mystified tone was now laced with anger.
Hawkin’s tone harden instantly. “Perhaps you forget, Mr. Mutou, as soon as I report your grandfather’s murder, there will be an investigation of CERN. Including a thorough examination of his lab. I have always tried to respect your grandfather’s privacy. Your grandfather has told me only thinthings about your current project one, that is has the potential to bring CERN millions of francs in licensing contracts in the next decade. And two, that it is not ready for public disclosure because it is still hazardous technology. Considering these two facts, I would prefer strangers not poke around inside his lab and either steal his work or kill themselves in the process and hold CERN liable. Do I make myself clear?”
Yugi stared, saying nothing. Motou sensed in him a reluctant respect and acceptance of Hawkin’s logic.
“Before we report anything to the authorities,” Hawkin said, “I need to know what you two were working on, I need you to take us to your lab.”
“The lab is irrelevant,” Yugi said. “Nobody knew what my grandfather and I were doing. The experiment could not possibly have anything to do with my grandfather’s murder.”
Hawkin exhaled a raspy ailing breath. “Evidence suggests other wise.”
“Evidence? What evidence?”
Motou was wondering the same thing.
Hawkin was dabbing his mouth again. “You’ll just have to trust me.”
It was clear, from Yugi’s smoldering gaze that he did not.

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Me: Ok here’s the end of Chapter 14 hope you all liked again sorry I haven’t updated in a while
Hikari Shadowcat: Well until next time