Authoress's Note: PLEASE READ

            1: I don't own "Yu-Gi-Oh." "Behind Blue Eyes" is by the Who, so I don't own it either. I think it is fitting, and if you need me to explain why I chose "Behind Blue Eyes," ask me. I will enjoy telling you the obvious reason.

            2: I have combined Pegasus's names, Maxamillion Pegasus and Pegasus J. Crawford. I have no clue what the J stands for, so I made it up. For the purpose of this story, he is Maxamillion James Pegasus nicknamed Maxam. I hate the nickname "Peggy." It reminds me of that game with the wood and nails and rubber bands.

            3: This is AU. It also contains various pairings. I have mentioned God a lot in this section, but I want everyone to know that it is very appropriate for the mood and setting Pegasus grew up in.

            4: Please review. I look forward to feedback, even flames. I can improve the quality of my work if people tell me what I am doing wrong and there is enough evidence to support his or her statement.

            5: This will eventually be rated R. This section is what I think as of a mere PG, but it gets a lot worse. The rating will start at PG-13.

"No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man,
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes…"

– the Who

            Ever since I was a child, I have loved – envied – the birds. They are free as they fly in the sky, so unrestrained, that I feel a kinship with them. I, who have been restrained my entire life. There are cold iron bars that surround my heart, their power growing as my last chance of escape dwindles.

            My name is Maxamillion Pegasus. I am somewhere in the Egyptian sands; I know not where. It is very dark here, the only light coming from the small barred window. All I have is this one notebook and the shirt on my back, for everything else has been taken from me, even my soul. They broke me in a room further down with whips and wheels until I begged for God's forgiveness.

            "What God is that?" he asked. The quiet one always cloaked in shadow when I see him; he wears a turban around his head and I see a glittering gold around his neck when he moves. His face is always in darkness. "Who is your God?"

            I do not have more than a few days in the living world. Hunger has wasted my body to where it is now; I haven't the strength to lift myself from the floor. It is my will that writes this now.

            Whoever reads these words – oh dear God I hope someone does – holds in his or her hands the confession of my life. It is the year 1805. I am Maxamillion James Pegasus, son of James Pegasus from Brittany and Alexia from Greece. I am twenty-four years of age, the third son. My homeland is America, far from where the rest of my blood resides. My family is very rich and we have our home in an isolated manor in the mountains.

            These are the last words that I am to write.