Seeing, but not Touching

Rating: G Summary: Pegasus is not quite the twisted, evil madman everyone thinks he is. There are always reasons for the madness within. Spoilers: The new episodes of Yu-gi-oh, do not read if you don't to have an ending spoiled. This is canon (true to the series and plot), as accurate as I can make it.









I touch my face lightly before looking up at you. Cecilia, my angel, my darling, I love you so much.

I remember our courtship, at such a young, tender age of seven. You giggled and to me, that was the most wonderful sound I had ever heard. Like crystal bells and raindrops falling, even more melodic than birdsong. To me, I had never known true beauty, never truly seen with my eyes, until I met you.

I became a painter, not to capture your beauty, no, it would die and waste away, like a bird of paradise in its cruel, gilded cage. No, I became a painter so I could show everyone how truly beautiful you were, both body and soul. Yet canvas and paint could only show so much.

To me, to see you laugh, to see you smile, that sustained me more than food or drink. But to see you cry, to see you the merest bit unhappy, that pained me more than knives stabbing into my body.

How wonderful life was, then you agreed to be with me forever. It was a perfect day, our wedding. It was spring, at the peak when new life was blossoming everywhere. But like a beautiful blossom killed by sudden frost, you were taken away from me, forever.

Without you, I was nothing, just despair. I would do anything to bring you back, such a beautiful angel did not deserve to leave the earth. Then I did find a way. With Kaiba Corp technology and the magic of the mystical Millenium items, I could bring you back, so we could be together again.

I look at your portrait in my castle and feel tears coming out of my one normal eye. I remember, I was able to see you, and for a moment you were in my arms. Your wonderful scent filled my nostrils, your breathtaking voice was in my ears, and my eyes beheld your beautiful face. But seeing is far different than touching. It was like an illusion, and you were taken away from me again.

I love you, Cecilia, and I will find a way to bring you back. So we will not be merely seeing each other, separated by so much, we will be together again.