Angels and Demons

Me: hey here's chapter 5
Hikari shadowcat: sorry about the long wait and all
Me: Anywas enjoy, also here's some character info for you all.
Character information on who's appeared so far.
Bakura: Hassassin, killer, etc....
Solomon Mutou: The dead physicist
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
(OTHERS WILL APPEAR LATER IN FURTHER CHAPTERS.)
Hikari shadowcat: Anyways rated r for Yaoi between YxYY and then close to a rape scene with YxB, death, murder, etc..... also I forgot to mention earlier Yugi's gonna be little different then normally the same goes for anyone else I add to the story.
Me: anyways we don't own YuGiOh or the book Angels and Demons by Dan Brown we only borrow them to write are stories so no sueing

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Chapter 5
On a busy European street, Bakura serpentined through a crowd. He was a powerful man. Dark and potent. Deceptively agile. His muscles still felt hard from the thrill of his meeting .
It went well, he told himself. Although his employer had never revealed his face, Bakura felt honored to be in his presence. Had it really been only fifteen days since his employer had first made contact? Bakura still remembered every word of that call.....
"My name is Janus," the caller had said. "We are kinsmen of a sort. We share an enemy. I hear your skills are for hire."
"It depends whom you represent," Bakura replied.
The caller told him.
"Is this your ideal of a joke?"
"You have heard our name, I see," the caller replied.
"Of course. The brotherhood is legendary."
"And yet you find yourself doubting I am genuine."
"Everyone knows the brothers have faded to dust."
"A devious ploy. The most dangerous enemy is that which no one fears."
Bakura was skeptical. "The brotherhood endures?"
"Deeper underground than ever before. Our roots infiltrate everything you see...even the sacred fortress of our mot sworn enemy."
"Impossible. They are invulnerable."
"Our reach is far."
"No one's reach is that far."
"Very soon, you will believe. An irrefutable demonstration of the brotherhood's power has already transpired. A single act of treachery and proof."
"What have you done?"
The caller told him.
Bakura's eyes went wide. "An impossible task."
The next day, newspapers around the globe carried the same headline. Bakura became a believer.
Now, fifteen days later, Bakura's faith had solidifed beyond the shadow of a doubt. The brotherhood endures, he thought. Tonight they will surface to reveal their power.
As he made his way through the streets, his black eyes gleamed with forebading. One of the most covert and feared fraternities ever to walk the earth had called on him. for service. They have choosen wisely, he thought. His reputation for secrecy was exceeded only by that of his deadliness.
So far, he had served them nobly. He had made his kill and delivered the item to Janus as required. Now, it was up to Janus to use his power to ensure the item's placement.
The placement......
Bakura wondered how Janus could possibly handle such a staggering tak. The man obviously had connections on the inside. The brotherhood's dominion seemed limitless.
Janus, Bakura thought. A code name, obviously. Was it a reference. he wondered, to the Roman two-faced god....or to the moon of Saturn? Not that it made any difference. Janus wielded unfathomable power. He had proven that beyond d.
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As Bakura walked, he imagined his ancestors smiling down on him. Today he was fighting their battle, he was fighting the same enemy they had fought for ages, as far back as the eleventh century....when the enemy's crusading armies had first pillaged his land, defiling their temples and gods.
His ancestors had formed a small but deadly army to defend themselves. The army became famous acros the land as protectors---skilled exectioners who wandered the countryside slaughtering any of the enemy they could find. They were renowed not only for their brutal killings, but also for celebrating their slayings by plunging themselves into drug-induced stupors. Their drug of choice was a potent intoxicant they called hashish.
As their notoriety spread, these lethal men became known by a single word--Hassassin--literally "the followers of hashis." The name Hassasssin became synonymous with death in almost every language on earth. The word was still used today, even in modern English....but like the craft of killing, the word had evolved.
It was now pronounced assassin.

Please R&R

Me: I know it's a evil place to stop
Hikari shadowcat: But we have to keep you guessing through the whole story.