Len felt quite awkward in his girly armor with somewhat girly weapons. Was it the ponytail? He sighed. His ponytail was one of the easiest differences to spot between him and his twin sister. Often times, that was how their parents and friends recognized them. Otherwise, they would check for an Adam's Apple. Len was a boy and felt as if he should have boyish weapons and armor, but no, it seemed that the other Cards had either made a grave mistake or were enjoying a practical joke.

As he approached the wrought iron door, Len couldn't help but go over the events of the past days in his mind. On his birthday of all days, his beloved sister had been stolen by a crazy blue mad man. Then she had been knocked into a deep slumber with Len being trapped in her dreams to face whatever nightmare her imagination could come up with. All the while, that crazed blue mad man had taunted him with a wide smirk. But for some reason, that blue mad man, the Joker-- Kaito, felt some sort of emotion toward him. Len wasn't sure if it was just the pangs of guilt, or if Kaito really did care about him.

Len gulped as he recognized the designs of spiders, rats, and snakes carved into the door. Len did not mind the rats or the snakes, but the spiders, on the other hand, made his skin crawl. Rin had to keep making this journey even worse as time went on unintentionally. It couldn't be helped though. That bright, blond-headed girl with her cheerful laugh and wide grin was inside this cold, relentless framework of iron. She was alone and probably terrified without anyone to comfort her. Spiders, rats, and snakes would not stop him from being the one to comfort her.

With one more gulp, the boy had wrenched the door open before walking inside. He could hear a loud and sickening slam as the door behind him shut. Len could even hear the click of a lock. Len had checked the handle for when he came back out of the tower only to find the door jammed shut. Apparently, there was no way out. He bit his lip and cursed silently to himself of the stupid door.

The first thing Len saw was inky blackness. His eyes had tried to adjust to the newfound darkness, only for a sudden roar of flames to announce themselves. He yelped after being startled, raising his shield over his face. However, it was just simply candles coming to life seemingly by themselves. Len found himself in a simple yet ornate room of stained marble. There were no windows or doors in the iron walls. The only route was made apparent by the grand staircase in the center of the room. There was only one other decoration, in the form of a once grand chandelier. Shattered glass littered the floor indeed as the gold metal stand hung crookedly from the ceiling. It was a rather eerie sight in the surrounding, dim light.

He began tip toeing through the glass, trying not to step on it and alert whatever creatures lived within this haunted building of chilling iron. As he tip toed by, however, he nearly tripped as if something had been in his way when there had not been. Len had caught himself on railing of the staircase, only to be almost knocked down again by a sudden gust of wind.

The chandelier began to shake rapidly, twisting on its rusted chain. Len had ran up a few steps only for the piece to become effected by gravity and time. The metal framework crashed upon the center of the floor and created a loud bang as it did.

When the boy glanced back, he could see something moving near the fallen metal. Then a familiar voice had him running as fast as he could up the stairs.

"Come back to me, Len! I've misssed you ssso much!" Gakupo called.

It had been something straight from a horror movie. Len had glanced back to see the familiar man trying to climb the stairs. Half of him seemed to be transfixed beneath the ground. His eyes were nothing but black sockets and dripping blood upon the stairs.

Len had ran into a wall, falling upon the floor with a loud clang of his metal. He stood up quickly, cursing the pain brought upon his injured arm caused by the very monster chasing him.

Gakupo continued to pursue Len up the stairs with a fanged, twisted grin. His blood leaked down the stairs in large pools with his lower half having been torn away due to Kaito's horns. He had several cuts upon his body as well. Still, he was inside the tower and determined to kill the bat's precious little boy. He spat poison at the boy, hissing much like a snake.

Len had froze for a moment at the oncoming creature, but now, he sidestepped away from the stream of pinkish liquid. His feet had to move fast due to Gakupo's swinging of his claw-like fingernails with one hit even making an ear-piercing scratch upon his armor. The boy finally had enough of this and raised his sword. Screaming loudly, he brought the blade down with a last splatter of blood through Gakupo's purple hair.

He panted at the amount of exertion upon both his body and mind. Len had never killed anything before, and just now, the boy had stabbed a man through the face. His body shook with terror and disgust as his stomach tried to make up for the situation. Len covered his mouth quickly, swallowing the vomit.

"I-I-I…. k-killed h-him," Len muttered to himself over and over.

He dropped the sword with both body and instrument falling backwards upon the ground before placing his bloodstained hands over his head. After trembling in a standing position for some moments, Len finally came to the conclusion that this man wasn't the real Gakupo and was a monster in disguise. He nodded solemnly before pulling the weapon out of Gakupo's face with a sharp tug.

Len then began to look for a door. He glanced down both hallways and found nothing. He walked down the left first and examined the walls with no luck. When he walked down the right, however, Len discovered something very odd. A decaying piece of paper was jutting out of a corner in the wall.

To travel through hell, you go dow…

The last letter had been missing due to a cut-off in the paper. Len supposed that the last word was most likely 'down'. However, this confused him immensely. He was inside a tower where a person usually went up, but this time, a person had to travel down. Len had not remembered spying any doorway besides the entrance at the bottom of the steps. There had only been the one grand staircase and nothing more.

"To travel through hell, you go down," Len repeated the words upon the paper to himself in his thought.

Suddenly, Len felt himself sinking. He screamed as his feet were sucked beneath the surface. The boy clawed at the walls with his one free arm, trying to pull himself away. It was too late however as Len began to rapidly fall through the ground. Len screamed, thrashing his arms widely with closed eyes.

It was then that Len realized that he was upon solid, stable ground. Like before, it had been pitch black, but now, candles began lighting themselves rapidly. Len groaned. He could almost see another monstrous thing coming at him, but for now, it was quiet.

Len had 'fallen' into a strange passageway of some sort. The air was damp, and it stunk of death and decay. The boy coughed a bit, covering his nose with the shield. Dirt and grime decorated the walls and floors. The only sound besides Len's own covered breathing happened to come from a leak in the roof. He had a short body spasm as if to shake off the nastiness of the place off of him.

Thinking of Rin and the two other girls again, Len took a cautious step forward. Seeing that the ground was sturdy enough, he continued. He constantly glanced back and forth in case something decided to attack him with his back turned.

A loud banging noise almost made Len feel like running back to where he had came from. His widened eyes gazed upon a fallen crate. A small, furry creature squeaked at the sight of him. Then the little mouse began running back to where it had come from, a little crack in the wall. The boy felt a hot blush coming to his cheeks in embarrassment. He had been scared of a little mouse. That little creature wouldn't hurt a fly, possibly due to a troop of them being able to take down a mouse. After laughing it off, Len felt more confident. Surely, Gakupo had been the worst thing this tower had had. After all, there wasn't much a mouse could do against someone coated with armor and carrying a sword of all things.

The boy continued to walk with less care now. He still kept his sword at hand and used his shield as a brace for whatever came up within this dank hall. After some paces, Len had reached the end of the hallway where a rotten door stood. Only the iron in its hinges and across it kept it standing, but even that had begun to rust and fall off in chunks. With curiosity, the boy had turned the handle with a resonant click before stepping inside.

Len had to blink in confusion as light hit his eyes. When he could at last see, he found himself within some sort of bedroom. The room was posh with decorative furniture. Round pillows sat upon the white carpet beside a glass table. White bookshelves hung from the walls with plenty of literary choices. A red velvet couch sat in the center of the room, and behind that, against the wall, was a large pink vanity. A sweet, tempting scent flooded the air, some sort of perfume.

Len had tensed up immediately as he realized that someone was seated before the mirror, running a comb through their hair. The figure turned with a beaming smile upon her pink lips. However, the boy had focused more on what the woman was wearing, just her underwear.

"Hello, Len!" Luka cried cheerfully, grabbing a fallen silk robe and throwing it haphazardly across her shoulders.

Len found himself stepping back a bit and gulping. He had never found the pink-haired girl attractive really. She had seemed quite conservative to him, a type of girl that would never stoop so low as to let a boy gaze upon her like this. However, she was standing there now. Her cleavage was quite apparent in a frilly pink bra with black polka dots, and he honestly had no earthly idea that matching underwear came that small and tight. "L-Luka!" he cried, but she continued to advance upon him.

The woman walked with the grace of a model or a panther. She seemed to pounce upon the young boy, pressing him into the wall. She was tall enough to the point that he would have been staring right at her large breasts. Luka placed a delicate finger upon the tip of Len's sword, pulling the weapon down with Len's hand shaking. She smirked when the weapon fell to the floor. "Oh, Len.. What's wrong? Don't you want me?"

He tried desperately to form a sentence, but as soon as he tried, he found his mouth enclosed by hers. Initially, Len had tried to refuse, but the scent of her perfume was just so enticing. Then her warm tongue entered his mouth. The boy moaned at how good it had felt. Len breathed in deeply as she released him briefly. He shook his head at her, trying to move away for some reason.

"Mmmh.. I know what you want.." The robe had fell from her shoulders as she reached behind her back. With a snap, her bra fell to the floor.

Len stared at the fallen article of clothing with a wide-eyed expression as heat rose to his face. He glanced back upwards before covering his eyes with his hands and letting out a strangled yelp. The boy did not normally look at porn, and seeing a friend naked was just not his cup of tea. "N-no, L-Luka!"

She pressed her bare chest against his armor, running her fingers through his blonde ponytail. The pink-haired woman pleaded, "Oh, Len. It won't hurt. It will make you feel good.. Forget about all of your worries.. Forget about Rin and those girls, and sleep with me.."

"No," Len said defiantly before shoving the woman off of him to the floor. This definitely wasn't Luka. If this was the real Luka, she would have never done this and would have offered to help Len find Rin, instead of being sexual on him. He scooped up his blade quickly before jutting it out towards her.

The woman gulped at the blade being inches away from her throat. Her eyes glanced from the weapon to his with a pleading look. "L-Len! Why are you doing this to me..? Aren't I your friend?"

"No friend of mine is a whore," he growled in response, pressing the tip closer to her neck.

Luka laughed darkly, flipping her hair back. She smirked at him. "Maybe, you aren't so stupid after all." Before Len could even begin to react, she had kicked the sword out of his hands in a sudden backwards flip. As he went to gather the weapon up, Luka had removed a hidden object from her hair, Within her fingertips, a pink flute was held. "Let me play a song for a stupid little boy," she announced before pressing the instrument to her lips and blowing.

Len bit his lip, staring at the flute incredulously. What did she plan to do with that? It just didn't make sense to him. He had a sword in his hands, and she was trying to fight with a flute of all things. He couldn't even hear any notes coming from the instrument.

Then Len heard something that frightened him instantly. A low rumbling had begun to echo back down the degraded hallway. He glanced from the door to Luka more than once as if to ask what was happening. He did not need to wait long, however.

A wave of brown rushed the door and exploded into the room. Millions of beady eyes and pink noses twitched ravenously. Tiny fangs opened wide as they began to rush him. Rats. Millions of those little animals like the one he had seen before now covered him in a rank, furry pile. They scratched at any open skin they could find and ripped at his hair.

Len yelped aloud, tasting fur. He did not even seem to find a solution, but he fought desperately, kicking and punching at the rats. The boy used his shield like a battering ram, trying to crawl through the massive pile, but more kept coming. This was certainly a way to die, suffocating beneath possibly the most dirtiest animals in existence.

"Meow! Meow! Silly Len, I'm a kitty cat!"

"What about me?"

"We're twins so you're a kitty cat too. Meow, Len, meow! Mew meow meow! I love you!"

It seemed so stupid and silly that Len tried what his memories had suggested. He yelled, "MREOWWRRRRR!"

Strangely enough, some rats yelped in unison, falling off in terror.

"MEOW! MEOW!" he continued to yell as more of the little animals began falling off of the pile. He clawed at the air with his hands and even tried hissing between his teeth. Len poked his head out of the pile, thrashing and meowing violently. He glanced at Luka. She had backed against the wall, desperately blowing upon her flute.

The rats ignored her. They had begun running away through tiny crevices in the walls. Len could free his arms now. He continued his meowing as he began rocking back and forth. The rats kept falling and running, falling and running.

Len kept on meowing until his legs were finally free. It was then that he leapt upon the fake Luka with his blade swinging.

She screamed one last, harsh time. Her arms and legs dangled limply as her torso had been thrown back. Her stomach had been pierced through. The flute rolled upon the floor, silent to Len's ears as it had been earlier.

The boy was panting heavily as he lowered her body to the floor. He had tiny scratches and tooth marks all over his face from those devilish animals. He still felt a pang of guilt at seeing Luka's wide, blue eyes frozen over. She was really a sweet girl, but in this world, she was a whore. Len pitied her so much that he slowly slid the blade out. Then he kneeled close to her bloodied face trembling. He left the dead woman with a single kiss upon the cheek before wiping his mouth and vowing to use a gallon of mouthwash if he ever got out of this place.

His first priority was to search the place. Len had grabbed the flute, stuffing it in his shield for good measure. He checked each book upon the book shelf as if it was a swinging 'hidden passageway' type, but none of the books had worked. Len tried the sofa next and even looked under the pillows. Nothing.

With a sickening shudder, he realized that he had to check the vanity, right where the woman had been sitting before. There were a set of drawers on the side with one large one in the center, but the center was locked with the other drawers being empty.

Len's reflection frowned in the mirror. Then his eyes caught something wrong with it. It seemed to be scratched in some places, long jagged lines. As he looked closer, he could see the jagged lines formed letters. It was hard to read yet he managed. "Open with the key of my heart."

Len had not remembered this Luka having a key on her when he had first seen her, and he wasn't about to check the body. Remembering the robe and the bra, he decided to check her clothing instead. There was nothing in the robe when he had searched through. He spied the undergarment with disgust, sticking his tongue out as he turned it over. Len almost threw up when he found the key inside one of the cups. "Unghhhhh," the boy moaned before picking the key up.

Len approached the vanity and thought of putting the key in the middle drawer because of it being the only one locked. Success. The key had turned easily in the slot with a clicking sound. Grinning, the boy opened the drawer to only frown. There was nothing inside but a single red ribbon. He tugged upon it, but it would just not come out of the drawer. Len kept yanking upon the thing until he realized that there was something wrong.

The boy had lost his balance as he had not realized that the ribbon opened a trap door beneath his feet. Len began falling as he thrashed around with a yell. Everything went dark as his head collided with something hard.

He awoke to a start due to a pungent odor entering his nose. It smelled horrible and salty. Then Len recognized the smell as death. The boy tried to stand up, but he was pulled back upon his back. His eyes blinked as he looked around him, causing him to throw up a bit in his mouth.

Silvery, sticky threads bound him together along with other objects. The threads stretched from one rock wall to another of a large chasm. The smell came from the fact that Len was between two decaying bodies. He could not tell what gender they were due to the amount of rotting that occurred. Torn clothing hung to their bodies, but strangely, no flies appeared to be buzzing. Though each shared its whole of strange bite marks. It did not take long for it to click within Len's mind. Spiders.

Terror crept upon the boy as he could not help but scream. He began to thrash widely against the threads, punching and kicking the bodies away from him as he struggled. Len could not managed to move his sword or shield as they pinned his arms to the gigantic web.

"Wait your turn, you little shrimp!" a familiar voice called.

"Let me go, Meiko!" he responded.

"My food knows me by my name?.. That's odd," the woman said with some confusion in her voice. "I've got to see this."

Len's heart began thumping rapidly as tapping noises began. He recognized the brunette woman, dressed in red, but he did not recognize what was attached to her hips. The body of a gigantic black widow formed legs, much like a centaur's. Len thrashed all the harder as sweat beaded upon his skin. He felt hot, sick, and scared all at the same time.

"Oh, stop thrashing, already! I'm not going to eat you right now, stupid shrimp," she said with a roll of her eyes as her front two legs touched the web. Meiko continued to crawl towards Len until she stood directly above him. Her torso bent forward as she reached her arms out to him, causing him to shudder again. The woman raised her arm and slapped him roughly, causing his head to come loose from the strands. "Don't you know how to treat a lady? Damn it."

Len bit his tongue sharply to keep from saying a sentence that would have surely caused the spider woman to feast upon him right then. However, he continued to sweat and breathe heavily.

Meiko smirked, running a finger over the contours of his face. ".. You're almost too cute to eat," she murmured. Spying the sword, the woman frowned. She grabbed the weapon from Len's palm and threw it back. The metal collided against the rock wall, falling onto the web and resting there. "I don't like it when my food attacks me," she said darkly. "Anyways.. Welcome to my home, shrimp."

Len did not know what to say, and even if he did, his throat was just too dry from fear to from a single sentence.

The spider rolled her eyes. Then they seemed to slant as a wide grin came across her face. The woman seemed to be drooling a bit. Meiko had glanced at the throbbing vein in Len's neck, and she wanted a taste of it. The monster wanted a taste of blood, of his soul like the two girls she had eaten beside him.

Len had come out of his frozen state at the sight of how hungry she looked. He began thrashing yet again, screaming plaintively. The spider growled, pinning his legs and arms with four of her eight legs.

"Shut up!" she yelled, slapping him yet again. Even Meiko had begun panting with irritation as her face turned a bright red, almost as bright as her shirt. "Say. One. More. Word. I will eat you right now if you even fucking think about it."

Meiko had not realized that her slapping had freed Len's arms. He continued to pretend that there was nothing the matter until she left, muttering something about spices. The boy reached into his shield, pulling out the pink piece of porcelain. Len hesitated, unsure if his plan would work.

When Meiko turned and began walking back, the boy blew upon the instrument as hard as he possibly could.

The woman had begun rushing towards him, thinking the flute was a weapon. She leapt upon the boy, pinning him back to the web and slapping him again. "What the fuck did you just do?!"

It did not take long for a rumbling to begin. The web began to shake violently, knocking the spider back. Thousands of little furry animals had come running down the walls and onto the web, an army of rats. It seemed as though it may stop, but no, more had come. The little creatures fell upon the web, rushing towards the center of it where Len and Meiko were. They had been called by the flute, much like the Pied Piper.

The woman had raised her hands to strike, but with a snapping sound, the web began to unravel. She shook unsteadily upon all eight of her legs, falling backwards upon her back. The web could take no more.

Len had grinned as he had begun falling. Tears streamed from his eyes due to the shock, and yet, he still managed to scream out, "KAITO!" There was always a chance that he would die from this fall that Kaito would just let him, but the boy felt that he would have been caught beforehand.

To Len's dismay, Kaito never came. The seconds passed as he continued to fall down the chasm. Little rat bodies floated around his head as the wind caused his hair to fly upwards. His heart raced as he glanced around, only seeing the two dead bodies. He screamed again, but it was too late.

SPLAT.

He blinked. Steadily, Len was coming to. Instead of worrying about any injuries he might have sustained, all Len could think about was why the beast had not come to help. When he did notice his bodily damage, Len saw that he was not harmed despite minor bruising. The boy questioned why when he noticed that something had caught his fall. He wished he hadn't.

Blood, bones, some gooey liquid, and guts. With a sickening horror, Len realized what they had come from. The bodies of the two girls had embraced him it seemed. However, he also realized that the gooey liquid had come from the shattered body of an arachnid beneath the dead bodies. One could also not forget the rats.

The disgust overwhelmed him. Len threw up.

He rolled off the pile of bodies along with a few other rats. He just felt so sick and so nauseous. Len had not imagined that this would have happened. The boy didn't dream of bodies piling on top of each other and squishing together in absolute carnage. And to make it even worse, Len was caked in it. There had even been some in his mouth. Len coughed over and over, staggering around. He leaned upon a rock wall, staring up at the sky. "W-why?"

A sudden black figure illuminated the pit and began descending rapidly. Len recognized the creature as Kaito. He grinned widely, waving his arm towards the gigantic bat. "Kaito!" the boy cried, rushing towards the bat as it touched ground. Len did not seem to care about the beast's appearance as he wrapped his arms around the creature's neck.

A guttural growling emitted as Len was suddenly tossed into the air, colliding against the rock wall before sliding down. The boy fell upon a pile of rats and web. He pulled himself back up shaking. "K-Kaito..?" he questioned, dazed by the bat's sudden attack. Len barely avoided a charge as Kaito's horns buried themselves into the rock face. "STOP IT!" Len screamed. But the bat just tore through the bodies.

Len saw that there was no way to reason with the creature. It was just too mad. He needed a weapon. He needed it now. Len rolled out of another charge, clutching his hurt arm. Where was his sword? He realized with a start that it was buried beneath the pile of bodies. Another charge. "KAITO! STOP!" he screamed again. The bat just would not listen.

Rats fell upon him like rain. His shield was battered as the poor creatures fell upon it. There seemed to be no way out. Len knew it. He was going to die. No one was here to save him. No Kaito, no animals. Nothing.

He felt brutality as the monster collided with his shield. Len fell against the wall in pain. The monster loomed overhead, glaring at the boy with its cat-like eyes. It raised a paw to strike the boy. Tears escaped the boy's eyes as he realized what he needed to do. The bat pounded against Len's shield, causing massive amounts of intensity to rush his hurt arm. The boy let out a shrill scream before sinking into a fetal position. "I-I'm s-sorry.. Girls… Kaito.. Rin," he murmured.

When the bat shrieked to finally end Len's life, the boy did what he imagined. His shield scraped against the wall, causing a shower of sparks. Even when the boy was being dragged across the rock face, sparks befell the area. He felt heat rush against his face as his bruised befallen body launched into the sky, an explosion. Fire roared all over the chasm.

He had lost. The boy had lost everything. With his death, Rin's would come sure enough. Kaito was certain to die as well in such an explosion. What would his parents say? What about his friends in reality?

Len knew this was the last time he would ever say another word, another sentence, and to that effect, he said, "Rin.. Kaito.." Then the world went black.

Beep. Beep…

Len awoke to a steady rhythm of beeping noises. He felt warm and comfort. Something was covering his face. He didn't smell death or candy. He just smelled something clean and fresh. When he opened his eyes, the boy saw a multitude of faces gathered around.

"Luka! Len's awake!" Miku cried. Sure enough, her pink-haired companion was soon standing next to her with a small smile on her face. The girl was grinning widely and blabbering about something excitedly.

Until Meiko placed a hand over her mouth, the older woman smirked. "What chatterbox is saying is that we found you passed out. You're in the hospital now. How do you feel shrimp?"

His throat was dry as he murmured, "Rin.. Where's Rin?" Len had ripped the face mask off of him. He stood upon his feet weakly, almost falling over. The boy was caught by strong sturdy hands. Len found himself staring up into the face of Gakupo. They both frowned in recognition of each other, but instead of what the younger boy had expected, the purple-haired man lifted Len into his arms as Miku and Luka pushed the IV trailing behind Len.

Rin was asleep in another bed in the room. She seemed so peaceful, so angelic on her pillow.

Len smiled as tears began to stream from his eyes. Gakupo had placed Len upon the bed next to her, and the IV machine rested beside the two. The boy snuggled up next to his sister, cradling her in his arms.

"Alright, kiddos. Let's leave the two shrimps alone," Meiko suddenly said, pushing a complaining Miku out of the room with Luka and Gakupo following close behind.

Len laughed before turning his attention to his beloved sister. "Rin…" He quickly adjusted the covers over them both.

"Len," she whispered, turning towards him with a grin on her face. "You're okay…"

"Of course, I am.. I'm your knight in shining armor. Remember?"

"Right," she said with a giggle. Her eyes widened for a second as she realized something. Reaching the other side of the bed, the girl held out an object to Len. "Look!" she said with a wide grin.

It was a stuffed rabbit.