Angels and Demons

Me: OMG, I'm so so so sorry for not updating for so long it's just I've been busy with school plus with Christmas coming up I've been busy shopping for gifts but I've finally found some time to update this story again sorry about the delay to make it up to you all I give you all Yugi and Yami plushies. (hands them out to everyone)
Hikari shadowcat: Again thankyou to everyone from AdultFanfiction and Fanfiction who have been reading this story when we get a chance to update this story and hope to see more lovely reviews from all who's stayed and read this story
Me: Anyway enjoy and don't forget to review the next chapter I have no clue when it will be out probably Wednesday but I can't fully say when all you can do is look out for updates.
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 APPEAR 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 15

Motou strode silently behind Yugi and Hawkin as they moved back into the main atrium where Motou's bizarre visit had begun. Yugi's legs drove in fluid efficiency-like an Olympic diver-a potency, Motou figured, no doubt born from the flexibility and control of yoga he could hear his breathing slowly and deliberately, as if somehow trying to filter his grief.
Motou wanted to say something to him, offer his sympathy. He too had once felt the abrupt hollowness of unexpectedly losing a parent. He remembered the funeral mostly, rainy, and gray. Two days after his twelfth birthday. The house was filled with gray-suited men from the officer men who squeezed his hand too hard. When they shook it. they were all mumbling words like cardiac and stress. His mother joked through teary eyes that she'd always been able to follow the stock market simply by holding her husbands hand....his pulse her own private ticket tape.
Once, when his father was alive, Motou had heard his mom begging his father to "stop and smell the roses." That year, Motou bought his father a tiny blown-glass rose for Christmas, It was the most beautiful thing Motou had ever seen....the way the sun caught it, throwing a rainbow of colors on the wall. "It's lovely," his father had said when he opened it, kissing Yami on the forehead. "Let's find a safe spot for it." Then his father had carefully placed the rose on a high dusty shelf in the darkest corner of the living room. A few days later Motou got a stool, retrieved the rose, and took it back to the store. His father never noticed it was gone.
The ping of an elevator pulled Motou back to the present. Yugi and Hawkin were infront of him, boarding the lift. Motou hesitated outside the open doors.
"Is something wrong?" Hawkin asked, sounding more impatient than concerned.
"Not at all," Motou said, forcing himself toward the cramped carriage. He only used elevators when absolutely necessary. He preferred the more open spaces of stairwells.
"Dr. Mutou's lab is subterranean," Hawkin said.
Wonderful, Motou thought as he stepped across the cleft, feeling an icy wind churn up from the depths of the shaft. The doors closed, and the car began to descend.
"Six stories," Hawkin said blankly, like an analytical engine.
Motou pictured the darkness of the empty shaft below them. He tried to block it out by staring at the numbered display of the changing floors. Oddly, the elevator showed only two stops. Ground level and LHC.
"What's LHC stand for?" Motou asked, trying not to sound nervous.
"Large Hadron Collider," Hawkin said. "A particle accelerator."
Particle accelerator? Motou was vaguely familiar with the term. He had first heard it over dinner with some colleagues at Dunster House in Cambridge. A physicist friend of theirs, Bob Brownell, had arrived for dinner one night in a rage.
"The bastards canceled it!" Brownell cursed.
"Canceled what?" they all asked.
"The SSC!"
"The what?"
"The Superconducting Super Collider!"
Someone shrugged. "I didn't know Harvard was building one."
"Not Harvard!" he exclaimed, "The U.S.! It was going to be the world's most important particle accelerator! One of the most powerful scientific projects of the century! Two billion dollars into it and the senate sacks the project! Damn bible-belt lobbyists!"
When Brownell finally calmed down he explained that a particle accelerator was a lager, circular tube through which subatomic particles were accelerated magnets in the tube turned on and off in rapid succession to "push" particles around and around until they reached tremendous velocities. Fully accelerated particles circled the tube at over 180,000 miles per second.
"But that's almost the speed of light," one of the professors exclaimed.
"Damn right," Brownell said. He went onto saying that accelerating two particles in opposite directions around the tube and then colliding them, scientists could shatter the particles into their constituent parts, and get a glimpse of nature's most fundamental components. "Particle accelerators," Brownell declared, "are critical to the future of science. Colliding particles is the key to understanding the building blocks of the universe."
Harvard's Poet in Residence, a quiet man named Charles Pratt, he did not look impressed. "It sounds to me," he said, "like a rather Neanderthal approach to science...akin to smashing clocks together to discern their internal workings."
Brownell dropped his fork and stormed out of the room.
So CERN has a particle accelerator? Motou thought, as the elevator dropped. A circular tube for smashing particles. He wondered why they buried it underground.
When the elevator thumped to a stop Motou was relieved to feel terra firma beneath his feet. But when the doors slide open, his relict evaporated. Yami Motou found himself standing once again in a totally alien world.
The passageway stretched out indefinitely in both directions, left and right. It was a smooth cement tunnel, wide enough to allow passage of an eighteen wheeler. Brightly lit where they stood, the corridor turned pitch-black father down. A damp wind rustled out of the darkness.---an unsettling reminder that they were now deep in the earth. Motou could almost sense the weight of the dirt and stone now hanging above his head. For an instant he was nine years old....the darkness forcing him back....back to the five hours of crushing blackness that haunted him still, clenching his fists he fought it off.
Yugi remained hushed as he exited the elevator and strode off without hesitation into the darkness without them. Overhead the fluorescence flickered on to light his path. The tunnels were alive...anticipating his every move. Motou and Hawkin followed, trailing a distance behind them.
"This particle accelerator," Motou said quietly. "It's down this tunnel someplace?"
"That's it there." Hawkin motioned to his left where a polished chrome tub ran along the tunnel's inner wall.
Motou eyed the tube, confused. "That's the accelerator?" the device looked nothing like he had imagined. It was perfectly straight about three feet in diameter and extended horizontally the visible length of the tunnel before disappearing into the darkness. Looks more like a high-tech sewer, Motou thought. "I thought particle accelerators were circular."
"This particle is a circle," Hawkin said. "It appears straight, but that is an optical illusion. The circumference of this tunnel is so large that the curve is imperceptible---like that of earth."
Motou was flabbergasted. This is a circle? "But...it must be enormous!"
"The LHC is the largest machine in the world."
Motou did a double take. He remembered the CERN driver saying something about a huge machine buried in the earth. But ---
"It is over eight kilometers in diameter....and twenty seven kilometers long."
Motou's head whipped around. "Twenty-seven kilometers?" he stared at the director and then turned and looked into the darkened tunnel before him. "This tunnel is twenty-seven kilometers long? That's....that's over sixteen miles!"
Hawkin nodded. "Before in a perfect circle. It extends all the way into France before curving back here to this spot. Fully accelerated particles will circle the tube more than ten thousand times in a single second before they collide."
Motou's legs felt rubbery as he stared down the gaping tunnel. "You're telling me that CERN dug out millions of tons of earth just to smash tiny particles?"
Hawkin shrugged, "Sometimes to find truth, one must move mountains."

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