Title: Canvas

Summary: A post-Duelist Kingdom story centered around Pegasus and his search for a way to bring Cecelia back… And the man he wants help from is the most unlikely of all. Shounen-ai of a very uncommon pairing that someone requested.

Warnings: None.

Chapter 3: Dip

The storm clouds rolled in ominously like they had on the day of Yuugi's battle with Jounouchi. The air felt thicker, heavier, and Kaiba had to brush the sweat off the bridge of his nose several times on the short walk from the helicopter to the castle.

Now, Kaiba was reclining at the table, in the chair Pegasus obviously meant to take for himself, behind the desk. But too bad. If the loony wanted the chair, he should've gotten there earlier. And speaking of Pegasus, where was he?

Standing up, Kaiba glanced at his watch. 8:03:03. Had the other man gotten lost in his own mansion? He stretched his tense back tentatively, trying not to bite his lower lip in trepidation. That was a bad habit, and one Kaiba had not felt the urge to submit to in many years. Besides, it was never good to show nervousness. Especially around insane people. And, speak of the devil…

"About time you got here," Seto greeted the sheet of white hair that proceeded Pegasus's entrance.

"Good morning to you too, Kaiba-kun." Pegasus dipped his head slightly to acknowledge Kaiba's presence, and closed the door. "Please, have a seat."

Kaiba sat, too tense to argue or even snap, 'Don't call me Kaiba-kun!' Why shouldn't he be tense? He was alone in a room with a maniac. Why was it so warm here?

Pegasus was wearing a wide pair of sunglasses framed with what seemed to be cow-print. Each lens was a bit eccentric, but more circular than any glasses Kaiba would've deigned to wear. It did not look out of place on Pegasus's face, though. He was childish enough, that was for sure.

Catching Kaiba's stare, Pegasus grinned. "Like my new sunglasses, Kaiba-kun?"

"No," he answered truthfully.

"Oh, but they're so me!"

"Exactly."

"Ouch." Hurt showed on Pegasus's face… at least, the portion of his face that wasn't covered by those sunglasses. "Excuse me, Kaiba-kun," Pegasus said a moment later, reaching over the table for the handle of the drawer.

Hastily, Kaiba backed up, grateful that there were wheels on his chair. As Pegasus pulled the drawer out, the hand inevitably neared, and Kaiba felt unease ripple in his gut, like if he let the hand get too close or, heaven forbid, actually touch him, something bad would happen… he would lose control…

Kaiba didn't usually listen to his gut feeling, but this time, it wasn't hard to believe. Unbidden, the memories of being removed from his body came to mind, and he backed away even more.

After he took the stack of papers out, straightening the edges on his desk, Pegasus looked after Kaiba questioningly, but did not ask, for which Kaiba was grateful. The drawer was closed, the elder man sat down in the seat that Kaiba should've been sitting in, and he smiled brightly. "Let's start, shall we?"

"Yes, let's do." Kaiba reluctantly rolled his chair back towards the desk and its owner, telling himself that the sooner they started, the sooner they'd get this over with. "What do you want from me?"

"I need you to find someone for me."

"Find someone? That would be simple, if this someone lived in Domino city." Pegasus opened his mouth again, and spoke, but Kaiba wasn't listening. "Can you turn on the air conditioning? It's so hot in here." As if to accent his point, sweat rolled down the side of his face.

"Kaiba-kun?" Those three syllables were filled with genuine concern. Pegasus? Concern? Hah. "Are you okay? Do you need some water? Medication?"

"I'd be fine if this place weren't a furnace!"

"It's not, Kaiba-kun." Pegasus stood uncertainly, and opened a window. He shivered, but opened the door, too. "The air conditioning was on, but maybe you should get some fresh air. I've heard that spending too long in a cramped room…"

Kaiba found it rather difficult to focus. He tipped over drunkenly, and Pegasus shouted his name. Or something that sounded like his name. At this point, it didn't make a difference. Said man reached over to catch him, but Kaiba put out a hand to assure that he was fine, which he wasn't, and jerked away, or tried to. Instead, he jerked the opposite way he'd meant to, and Pegasus's hand brushed his side, in the spot that Mokuba would've been most ticklish… that is, if Seto had been Mokuba and if Mokuba had been there, which he wasn't.

Was he? Kaiba blinked confusedly.

Pegasus drew his hand back quickly, and Seto felt something foreign stir in body. His face and back and entire body burst into another sheen of sweat, and the heat turned into a loud pounding in his head. The last thing he was aware of before he passed out were Pegasus's strong arms catching him as he tumbled from his chair. To Be Continued…