Most of the fictions I've seen with any mention of Pegasus seem to be focus on 'Peggy-bashing.' That probably makes this one of the few serious and non-bashing stories in existence.

I'll be using undubbed names here, and I hereby state that I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Please read on and enjoy!

Gasping, he woke. What, where was - again he remembered, her beauty and perfection that had been taken from him and

now would most certainly never be returned to him. And again, in the darkness, Pegasus J. Crawford wept from his remaining

eye…

In the morning it was better. Pegasus groggily opened his right eye. As he rubbed it, he briefly checked at the

feel of cloth instead of metal on the left side of his face. “Oh, yeah,” he mumbled, remembering yesterday’s climatic event.

The one _after_ the Duel where he’d lost everything. That white-haired…_demon_, for lack of a better term. Some idiotic burst

of stupidity had encouraged him to try and win Bakura-boy’s Millennium Ring. Pegasus got himself around, only allowing

himself one small bitter laugh before ordering Croquet to send up some food. The morning itself really went past in much of

a blurry haze, spent paying his Eliminators and firing the majority of his staff. Then he had to tell those dolts on the

Kaiba Corp Board of Directors that their little deal was off and that they should expect an angry Seto Kaiba sometime soon.

The fact that they didn’t seem too worried didn’t matter; in fact, not much seemed to matter anymore. So he gave himself the

afternoon off, and was somewhat startled to find himself on the balcony with his neglected art supplies. He hadn’t painted

since Cecilia had died, and not having much in the way of inspiration he just let his brush go wherever it felt like while his

thoughts wandered. For once, his mind drifted not to the demon but in fact the Duel. Something had been bugging him since

then - going back in his mind, a sort of discomfort that had started up right from the beginning. Back when he had first

looked around in Yugi-boy’s brain. It wasn’t a really big thing, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It didn’t

matter anyway…Pegasus blinked as he looked at the canvas for the first time since he’d started painting on it. What he saw

shocked him. Without thinking about it, he had painted a picture of a woman. Not Cecilia - a strange woman, one who seemed

mysterious and exotic. Pegasus wasn’t sure who she was, although she seemed very familiar. But wasn’t there something

missing? He studied the picture, much as he used to when he painted, trying to find that tiny flaw that kept it from being

realistic. The hair should be a little different, he decided, and with deliberate strokes adjusted it. There was no way for

him to prepare for what happened next…

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Gomen, but I've only seen the dubbed shows, so I'm waiting for the next part of the 'Dungeon Dice Arc' before getting a serious plot going.

Please review, it would help me alot.

But absolutely no flames or Pegasus bashing! (BYA, this isn't Yaoi.)