**A/N: Once again, I have to give a *huge* thank-you to everyone who
has read, enjoyed, reviewed, added to favourites list, or any of the above.
It really means a lot to me to think that someone actually likes my twisted little sense of humour.
*********Everyone who has reviewed/put the story on their favourites list so far....look at the bottom of this chapter for something special ^-^ Consider it a "Amber-is-going-away-for-a-lil-while" present!
Next week I am leaving for Florida on Monday and will not be back until Friday evening. Because of this, I may not post an update at all next week, and it may take two weeks. (sorry!!) //or// SW may write ~some of~ the next scene, and if she could get it to me by Friday it is *possible* that I could still do an update next week.
[SW, if you're reading this, I miss my psychotic Yami ;_; If you want to write the Las Vegas scene, that would mean a lot to me. If not, I'm sorry, but I think I'll have to omit that particular scene....]
Otherwise, check back in about two weeks from now. Thanks. Hope you enjoy the following chapter. What you're about to read is actually supposed to be 1/2 of a much larger chapter...but ah wells! I didn't get enough finished, so I'm just posting what I've got....
~~Amber
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~Seto's POV~
We didn't attend the reception.
Seems weird, huh? Yeah, I guess so... but you have to understand that by the time it was all said and done, we (and myself especially) just wanted to get the hell out before something exploded.
Something was bound to explode, I mean, every other conceivable disaster known to man had already happened that day, so if I know anything mathematical patterns, then if given time, something else *would* have gone extremely wrong.
Another reason for not going, if you haven't already suspected, is that I didn't want to confront Yugi. No, I am *not* a coward, and if someone accuses me of such, then I will twist them into a shape they never thought anatomically possible. Cowardice has nothing to do with this one....you just don't know how it feels to look down at a guy half your height, a guy who probably has difficulty even reaching most doorknobs, and then be hit with the realization, "Hey! This is the man who beat my ass!"
I still think I'm a better duelist, though.
Of course, seeing Yugi again wouldn't have been so bad if I'd had my cards with me. Whenever I have even a few cards of my beloved deck in my hands, then I feel....empowered. Bigger, and stronger, and more confident than I could be on my own. When I duel, I'm in my natural environment, and I know it. I've been shamed in the past, and it stings beyond the power of mere words to describe.
But I couldn't think of anything like that now. I had to, and should be, thinking of happier things. I had just got married. Isn't that usually when guys joke about how their life is over and how they are forever griped at...? The old ball and chain? No...I didn't feel that way at all. Of course there was some sense of "What the hell hidden trap am I going to stumble into next?" but I think that was not so much the acquiring of marital status as it was the fact I was with Pegasus.
My whole life would never have a sliver of sanity to it again, and I might as well have resolved myself to that little fact....
..of course, I didn't. Not at first. I still had aimed to be the same stoic, fiercely determined, all-business-no-fun, man that I had been not too long ago.
Silly me...
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Barbados, eh? As idiotic as this may sound in retrospect...I was not at all sure who had picked Barbados as a honeymoon destination. It wasn't me, I know that much. I've never set foot in the Caribbean, nor had any particular desire to. Perhaps this was Pegasus' idea? Or perhaps Croquet, or that maid girl? ...aw hell, I don't know. Well, even if I especially cared, it was too late to change things now.
Fortunately, one of the perks of being a very wealthy man with an even wealthier husband is, traveling preparations don't amount to much hassle. Between the two of us, we packed very little: my suitcase of cards, they go everywhere with me; my laptop (Pegasus didn't notice me packing it, and I doubt he would approve..honeymoon is supposed to equal "NO BUSINESS" in his mind...); a few clothing pieces on both sides (Really, how often have you ever seen either of us change clothes?); and some various accessories. Oh...and lest I forget, Pegasus packed a bunch of plushies. No fricken kidding.
When I looked at him funny for jamming little stuffed critters into a suitcase, he shrugged at me. "Whhhhaaat? Can't a billionaire, of all people, keep a few healthy little collections of paraphernalia?"
When I failed to reply (if anyone even knows an adequate reply for something like, that then by all means, let me know), he proudly held up one of the sewn oddities. "Look? Isn't he so adorable? This little fellow is named Bo, he's a brown and white dalmation, and he will forever be especially close to my heart, because it just so happens we share the same birthday!"
[A/N: October 8th=Pegasus' birthday, official guide says so]
Well, once we had gotten every damn hairball, pokemon, beany-weenie, puffinstuff, and fluff-wuffer into the suitcase, which was by now bursting and creaking on account of all this plush horror, then and only then were we ready to move on.
Oh, and by the way, if Pegasus wants to have *ANY* intimacy during this honeymoon, he better not leave even one of those things sitting on nightstands or dressers in the bedroom............there is no way I can perform with those little beady eyes watching me....
When we were all done packing, thankfully not too much of a time-consuming task, we made our way to the terminal on the other side of the isle and waited outside for servants to prepare the private jet.
I wasn't really as anxious for air travel as one might expect, private jet or no. I've had a lot of seriously warped experiences with airplanes, but I'll get to that later....
Anyway, we were taking several servants aboard, and needless to say, Croquet was first among them. When he walked in with our luggage, I could've sworn that he flashed me a nasty look...at least a hint of one.
I had to cringe. But I was also too stubborn not to voice my opinion on the matter to my mate.
"I don't think he should come." Said I, after the peculiar old guy had departed.
Pegasus, as I should've expected, just laughed my dissent away. "Oh, come now! We can't leave Croquet behind! Everyone needs a collected impassive butler/servant to go everywhere with them! You know.....like, for instance, Alfred from Batman. Now where would dear Bruce have been without his faithful Alfred? He'd never catch any villains, that's for sure. They would have already taken over the world in the time it would take him to tidy up his bachelor's pad."
I raised my eyebrow at him. Inwardly, I couldn't help but be amused by this little line of reasoning.
"So we're superheroes now, eh? Does that make Yugi and his followers villains?"
"Of course. Heavens, anyone who could do what they did to our wedding cake must have some hint of evil within them. I suppose he and his friends could be like a gang....or perhaps like one of those families who do dirty deeds...mafia, right? Well....it fits perfectly! I can imagine their code names now: Muttso Eat-a-Lot, Sharky Do-Nothing, Tea the Twig, and last but not least, the infamous crimelord.....Big Yugi."
Try as I might to hold back, I had to release a snicker on that one.
Seeing that he had struck a good chord with me, Pegasus was eager to continue. "Yes, that is correct, friend. All wrong-doings in the little town of Domino connect back to one source, one underground operation that goes on beyond the eyes of the common law. Nobody crosses Big Yugi, lest he shall come to their house, and....pull his out his *MIGHTY DECK OF DOOM* ...and then they are never heard from again. Whacked, some call it.... Woe, woe! See now, this is where you and I come in..."
By now, I really was laughing. Hey, who says Yugi doesn't lead a secret life as Godfather of Crime on the side? It's always the ones you'd least expect....
Besides, Pegasus and I needed to get as many laughs out of jokes like these as we could....on account of the way Yugi had totally put us to shame... damn, he didn't just *defeat* us, he fricken *trampled* our lousy corpses. I got beaten by a move that no one's ever done before, something which is impossible theoretically speaking, and Pegasus...ha, if anyone got a more embarrassing defeat handed to them than me, it had to be Pegasus. He got beaten by a huge swarm of Kuribohs! The very creator of Duel Monsters, beaten by....Kuribohs!! Now that is ironic, especially in light of his odd affinity for puffy cartoony creatures...
The fierce chuckles on both sides were broken by Croquet's ever-emotionless matter-of-fact voice.
"Jet's ready."
Pegasus' one eye flashed at me in this playful little look... "You heard the man. Away, into the Batmobile, Robin!"
I'm sure Croquet had no idea where we had dropped our sanity off at, but then, maybe he was used to this sort of thing.
As Pegasus stood there grinning at me, I knew I was perceptive enough to detect a hint of a challenge in his tone..just a whiff of some implied bit, yes... it was there.........
.....no, I was not going to give in! This was too silly and petty a thing to argue over...I would not say anything...must...not.....eh...no....will...not...
......screw it!
....hell, stubbornness wins again....
"Why do I have to be the sidekick?" I asked, realizing even as I did so that I probably seemed like an utter moron for making this into a contest...but, hey, I'm a competitive person and I never claimed otherwise. I mean, really, it wasn't fair for Pegasus to automatic make me the sidekick here...
"Well, obviously, Kaiba~boi," He simply shrugged. "you're the younger one in our little relationship. The youth is always the sidekick, so, therefore, if we were superheroes.."
"So? I'm sorry Pegasus, but your logic here is warped. See, I may be younger, but look at my clothes. I'm the one who wears the cool trench coat. You wear lace. *LACE*! Now just how the hell would you try to intimidate evil monsters in lace? I can just imagine... No, Lord Evil-demon-fellow, thou shalt not carry out yon masterminded plan, for I shall smite ye with my terrifying...............Lacy Wrist o' Might!"
.....good Ra, what was that nonsense I just babbled? ....Did I just make a *JOKE*?! ......stupid Pegasus...already rubbing off on me....
Pegasus wasn't laughing, though. He just had this sort of puzzled look on his face.
"Now, see here, Kaiba~boi, you really ought to read more comics. Firstly, what superhero speaks in Ye Olde Englyshe? I mean, really! And second of all, lace is a trifling matter. Most of the beloved world saviours of comicbookdom that I am familiar with wear *spandex* and they also seem to have an affinity for wearing underwear on the outside....it is truly time that we acquire a hero who can not only jump tall buildings in a single bound, but who is also clever enough to put his pants on properly. I would be revered among them, because I always appear fashionable. So....nyah!"
And then, can you believe? He stuck his tongue out and "pffted" at me!
Nonetheless...I smiled, because the ultimate zinger just hit me.... "Yeah...well...don't even get me started on the pink suit...."
The look of shock and indignation on his lovely face was so priceless...I had to silently commend myself.
"The suit is red, dear Blue Eyes..." He simply muttered.
"Maybe once upon a time..." I was really being quite evil here, but I couldn't resist.. "...but outfits generally do fade when you wear them *every* day...and sorry to say, but that suit is rose pink."
He just hmphed. "Alright, fine, Kaiba~boi. Colorblind much?"
I opened my mouth in preparation to respond..but then I got struck with a realization....
...what the hell were we doing here? Was this an *argument*? Sheesh.... I always used to wonder what my first marital argument with Pegasus was going to be like. Most couples tend to focus their disputes around monetary problems (ha, yea, that's a real problem here...), poor sex lives (...*snicker*), and messy houses (well, that's what servants are for) .....but obviously, Pegasus and I have none of these issues.....
...so, of course, we're left to argue about important, pressing concerns.....the stuff of life and death....like whether his suit is red or pink, and which one of us would be the sidekick if we were superheroes. Gods, we were pathetic...
...and for once, I had to step down, concede, and compromise this trivial scuffle before it really got out-of-hand...I really hope Pegasus felt as moronic about our subject matter as I did...
"Alright, Pegasus, this has got to stop!" He regarded me with the most adorable curious expression. In the background, I heard Croquet huff impatiently. "Let's settle it right here. Your damn suit is some nameless colour between red and pink, but close enough to either to go both ways. And if we were superheroes, then neither one would be the sidekick. We'd be an equal duo like....like the Wonder Twins or something, yeah, that's it."
I felt like my IQ had just dropped significantly, but Pegasus just responded with this incredibly heart-melting bemused smile. If we were inside and not in front of all these crazy servants, I would have probably scooped him up right then and there.
Behind us, Croquet had walked up (so silently....I know this guy will creep me out..) and stood there like a statue...a semi-irritated, grunting statue.
"Well, if The Amazing Trenchcoat Man and Sir Frilly the Pink are all finished with their little discussion....I thought it best to tell you that the jet is all ready ...whenever you are, of course..."
As the grey-headed servant walked off, I heard Pegasus yell after him...
"It's red!!"
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Once I got on the jet, the first thing I did was change clothes. That may sound like an odd choice of action, but I felt pretty fricken strange walking around in a big silk robe...plus, I was sure that stuff would give me some sort of rash before the day was over...
My second course of action was foraging. I couldn't help it; I was hungry. I had not eaten breakfast that morning, and like I said, we didn't attend the reception. I did feel like I should probably be in the living quarters section of the jet, spending time with my new husband (hn, was he legally my husband? Does being married by a conveniently placed Egyptian woman count as official? ..eh, well), but on second thought, we were married now...we'd have the rest of our lives together.
By this time, we were taking flight. The weather was still less-than-ideal. The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and I heard distant thunder peals.
Bad weather has never been a problem for me. In fact, sometimes I enjoyed sitting at the desk in my main office and watching the rain through those tall sky-scraper windows. And sometimes I found the thunder refreshing. The world was not always so sweet and quiet, sometimes it could be as tumultuous as I felt.
So it was not for my own sake that I hoped the storm didn't increase too much....I had to consider how Pegasus would react. And after what he'd gone through all those years ago...gods, who could blame him.....
As I walked into the remarkably well-furnished kitchen section of the jet, I heard shuffling footsteps behind me. Pegasus had removed his old-fashioned sandals, and his bare feet made a childlike patter on the linoleum. I was sure that if I spun around, he'd be grinning innocently, and probably ready to play a prank.
That was another thing about Pegasus. Pranks around every corner. I knew the moment we boarded the jet that I was going to be paranoid like hell for the duration of our journey....and no matter how careful I prided myself on being, I was *sure* it wouldn't be long before I'd find my butt on a whoopie cushion, or my salt and sugar switched....or, knowing Pegasus..he'd probably be more sinister still....dreaming up pranks the likes of which I couldn't even conceive of.
But if he did decide to start crap like that, I reconciled myself to the fact that there probably wasn't one thing I could do to prevent it.
At least a beer might make me feel better.
However, when I opened the refrigerator....I noticed something.
THERE WAS NO FRICKEN BEER! No Coronas, no Budweiser, not even a damn Rolling Rock.....nothing.
Just assorted fancy shtick.....meats with really really screwy German words on the label...what the hell is "Deutschländer" and what bastard decided that ought to be a word? And by the way, nothing with over three w's counts as a word in my mind, either!
There were various bottles of who-knows-what, hot sauces and seasonings, diced vegetables and the like. Among these were the more familiar items, three jugs of milk, some eggs, and a compartment of fresh vegetables and fruit. But no beer, nothing alcoholic at all.
I looked at Pegasus, aghast. When he didn't say anything, I opened the cabinets and peered into them.
Wine. Lots and lots of wine. Ancient bottles, distilled for who-knows-how-many-years. This was the sort of stuff that some individuals with way more money than they knew what to do with (..hmm, not us...?) would spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars on. But you know the best part? I swear, he had ripped off every last one of the intricate labels, instead choosing to replace them with yellow stickies....with the words "Fruit Juice" scribbled on by sharpie marker.
..I'm honestly not sure whether I wanted to double-over with laughter, or yell at the top of my lungs. And as I wondered why in the hell I'm married to a total fruit-juice-basket like Pegasus...but then, the aforementioned combined feeling of wanting to laugh and yell always answers my question for me. Honestly, no one else can make me feel that way....
'Yoo~hoo, Kaiba~boi? Are you looking for something?" He called out in a voice that was both sugar-laced and taunting.
I did not respond. Like most men, I'd be damned if I had to ask for help.
If there was no good beverages around, at least I might be able to find something worth eating, or so I thought. Absentmindedly, I gave a rasp cough. Apparently the weather had gotten to me..a bit..
When I pulled the pantry doors apart, I just stared blankly. This would have been an opportune moment for a sweatdrop...except, I don't do those things.
Row after row after row was stacked with...flour, sugar, and mashed-potato-and-gravy boxes...all cheap brands.
"What..the..hell?" I muttered blankly. How many times have I used that expression today? I've lost count.
"What's the matter, Kaiba~boi?" I heard Pegasus behind me. I figured by now he would be ill with me for not paying him much attention, but he didn't seem to be too bothered.
Again, I coughed hoarsely.
"My, my, quite a dreadful cough you've caught there, eh? Let me get something to help you with that...."
I stood aside, allowing him to step into the pantry. He walked all the way inside and pulled the door shut, preventing me from peeking. I did wonder over his need for secrecy, but only slightly. Part of the commitment of marriage is implicit trust, which is what I felt for Pegasus...or rather, I was just too tired to be distrustful, at the moment.
A second later, he stepped outside, regarding me with a tender doting smile. Opening his silky-bordered hand, he revealed a small yellow cough lozenge. Lemon-flavored, presumably.
I wasn't sure where he had kept the cough drops amidst all that boxed nonsense, but I was actually quite grateful. Leave it to Pegasus to look out for me and give me exactly the item I needed when I needed it. I almost felt remorseful for earlier, when I had harbored suspicions over his prankster nature.
More endeared by his thoughtfulness than by the item itself, I plucked the lozenge from his hand and thoughtlessly popped it into my mouth.
........and a moment later, I spit it halfway across the room. I also made a few sound effects, probably best described as "GASP!" "GAG!" "GROAN!" and so forth.
Whatever that thing was, it sure as hell wasn't any cough drop I'd ever tasted....damn, I'd never tasted such an intense bursting of flavour before.... right when I was letting my guard down, Pegasus got me...just like clockwork.
Damn him, that adorably loveabble asshole....
He was already trying to stifle a series of giggles, though there was hardly any point in that now. He got me..he got me good...
"What..the....?" I gasped brokenly whenever my faculty for speech returned to me.
For reply, Pegasus held up a small plastic bag.....a candy bag.
"One of my favourite candy varieties. 'Warheads', they're called. Isn't that an apropos name? Very nicely sour, wouldn't you say, dear Kaiba~boi? They're really very nice once you acquire a taste for them and a toleration for sourness. I've played that prank on Croquet many a time..he never wises up!"
He stuck his tongue out, revealing the dark blue candy hue upon it. "See? I took a blue berry one, and yours is lemon."
....With a most mischievous twinkle in his eye, he added, "So....if we kiss, do you suppose it will make green?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Surely you don't ask *Croquet* that when you prank him, right?"
Then, before he could respond, I lauged drily, grabbed him round the waist (and judging by the look on his face, I believe this even surprised him) and planted one on him right there..... Not that I had any *interest* in kissing Pegasus, of course, just that....being a scientific genius of my caliber, I couldn't resist the need to test a hypothesis.......yeah....that's it....
After "testing the hypothesis" a good eight times ( just so I could get the most accurate results, I'm a dedicated scientist, mind you), I can tell any curious souls that...no, it doesn't actually make green....it just washes the blue and yellow away a good deal. But really, who cared?
When at last we broke the kissing (I should've just dropped Pegasus on the floor, he would've deserved it for that little prank...), Pegasus leaned to one of the pantry shelves and tossed a cereal box down. I gaped.
Behind all the boxes of various powdery stuff, there lay a secret stash of very different food items.
Candy. Candy. Candy. A *lot* of sugar-stuffed candy.....sweet tarts, gum drops, jawbreakers, nerds, pixie sticks, gobstoppers....agh, it was just like another eccentric billionaire whom I seem to recall Roald Dahl writing a book about... (*NOT* that I read the book, of course!!! Mokuba's into that sort of thing!)
"Damn, Pegasus, no wonder you're so hyper and looney.." I stammered.
Placing a finger against my lips, he responded simply, "The effect, not the cause, Kaiba~boi..."
Before I had time to think of a good response, Pegasus broke our embrace, stepped back, and glared at me in a mock threat. "Care to see what I'm holding?"
I blinked, all-of-a-sudden feeling pretty dumb. All this time, Pegasus had been holding his arms behind his back, no doubt hiding some new mischief....but I had not noticed until he mentioned it.
Shrugging, I feigned apathy. "Sure. Whatever."
With the most wicked little grin, his arms snapped out to reveal a very tightly-clutched spray bottle of Reddi Whip....the nozzle was pointed directly at me, and his index finger seemed pressed dangerously far down on the release....
I didn't know how far those cans are capable of shooting, and I did not aim to find out.
"You ....wouldn't dare!" I gasped, unmoving.
"Oh-ho, wouldn't I, Kaiba~boi?" He stepped forward, still grinning.
Gods! He would too! He was just sanity-challenged enough to blast the hell out of me and start a total food fight...nevermind the mess, and the fact that I am a no-nonsense man, and the fact that I was wearing my wonderful blue trench coat....
Sensing that Pegasus was just a heartbeat away from some serious maniacal laughter, I bolted. Obviously, I wasn't familiar enough with this particular jet to have any idea of where I was running to, I just ran. But somehow, I couldn't quite shake Pegasus...how can a guy in a robe be so bloody quick?
Next thing I knew, I was in the bathroom.
Now, I'm not the sort of weirdo who goes around talking about bathrooms and how nice they are...but this was the fanciest jet restroom that I'd ever seen. Everything was made of marble, not wood...marble floors, marble cabinets...golden handles...it all looked so polished and glossy. In the corner, there was also this massive claw tub.. (hmm...note...must..make..use..of..later...)
But I didn't have time to appreciate how well-made our compartments were, no, I was being chased by a maniac with a spray can.... but then I got an idea..
"Alright, Pegasus, drop it!" I exclaimed, just as he appeared in the doorway.
Although he only had one eye, it sure did get wide when he saw what I was holding.
Fortunately for me, the hair-dryer was already plugged in...it figures, too. A guy like Pegasus probably spends a lot more time on his hair than I'd care to imagine.
Being the mechanical master that I am, I grabbed the device up and pointed it in his direction. Pegasus froze, still holding the spray can at me, but now looking perplexed on whether to pull the trigger or not....
"Just try it, Pegasus.." I panted. "One shot, and if I turn this on..." as I spoke, I fingered the "ON" switch of the hair-dryer, "...you could hit me...but if I get to it first...then this blows it back in your direction, and care to hypothesize what happens then...?"
The look on his face was one of indecision. Hey...this was just like one of those Old West show-downs....except...goofy....
I thought he might try something, but if he did, I was being damn serious with my little threat. Pegasus had pranked my ass like nobody's business today, and I would cuddle Yugi before I'd let Pegasus get one on me again.... I am still Seto Kaiba. I still have some pride...
...well, as much pride as a man can have when he's using a hair-dryer to ward off a guy with a Reddi Whip can...
Pegasus hesitated, silver strands falling across his face as he regarded me....
There was a silence....and in a moment, I had this suspicion that we'd both be covered in white goo.. (...shut up, perverts, geez..)
However, at the last...Pegasus wavered, and at length he seemed to relinquish his goal....halting...dropping his arms....
Suddenly, much to my surprise...Pegasus turned the nozzle upwards and sprayed the tasty white cream topping all over his nose and face.
I stared, blinking, about ready to give a fresh "What the hell..?" when Pegasus turned around in the doorway, his back now facing me. Loosing the top of his too-tight silky white robe, I began to shiver as the sight of more and more back flesh came into view....shoulders first..then all the way down to the small of his back....
Turning just enough so I could see his pretty whip-cream-smeared-visage, he grinned and offered a little "Come hither" motion of the finger.
"Wellllllll....don't you care for sweets, Kaiba~boi.....?"
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And now.....
A few special words... to my fans/people reading/crazed maniacs not unlike myself ^-^
SW: Before my next update, I need to see what you've done so far for the next scene..? Since I couldn't finish my planned scene, I wrote about half of it and am posting it now. I'll be gone next week, but if you get your portion to me ASAP, it'd be much appreciated. I have a lot planned out for the next scene, but I will work whatever you've written in, promise! Oh yeah...and about the lemon scene.......c'mon Yami! Don't with-hold the citrus goodness from your hormone crazy hikari!! Grrr...don't even kid with me about that, Yami! Hikaris can be evil too, y'know =P
Leland: *glomps* I really appreciate your constant support! ^-^ You've been there since the beginning, whee!! And by the way, I know you're Seto-obsessed........well, although I maintain a Pegasus-fangirl reputation, I obviously love Seto a great deal! He's so much fun to write for ~_^ (Some people think liking both is a contradiction, I don't ^-^)
Kaneda-Shotaro and Yami Tetsuo: Thanks for the two reviews...^-^ I much appreciate!!
CKthePhantomess: Heh! Yeah, weird coincidence, eh? BTW-- I love your fics, as well! ^-^ Pegasus is awesome!!
BTW, Can you tell your friend SweetCandie about this fic? She's such a hardcore Pegasus fan, I think she might like it. Incidentally, I've tried to give her fic two rave reviews in the past 2 days, but they're not appearing for some reason. (I added her story to my favourites list as well, it's getting really awesome! ^-^ Yay for Pegsu fans!)
Vyctori Windheart: If you're reading, I muchly appreciate that you are putting some Pegasus in your fic. Yes, Pegasus is a ~blast~ to write for, ain't he? ^^;; Thanks again for putting me on your favourites list...I always appreciate it!
Eos: *glomps* I'm so going to miss my fellow Pegsy fangirls on this vacation next week! Keep the faith, Eos, keep the faith! I will eventually post all of this fic (Believe me, it's a huge fic...) but one chapter at a time, my dear ^-^
And to everyone else who has been kind enough to leave an opinion of my crazed obsessive fic, then thankyathankyathankya!! (And to everyone else who may leave reviews while I am away and cannot thank you, then thank you in advance!!!!)
Sorry I can't post as soon as I usually do...but ~trust me~, the next chapter is, IMO, a really great chapter, and totally worth a bit of wait ^-^
[Seeya soon]
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*********Everyone who has reviewed/put the story on their favourites list so far....look at the bottom of this chapter for something special ^-^ Consider it a "Amber-is-going-away-for-a-lil-while" present!
Next week I am leaving for Florida on Monday and will not be back until Friday evening. Because of this, I may not post an update at all next week, and it may take two weeks. (sorry!!) //or// SW may write ~some of~ the next scene, and if she could get it to me by Friday it is *possible* that I could still do an update next week.
[SW, if you're reading this, I miss my psychotic Yami ;_; If you want to write the Las Vegas scene, that would mean a lot to me. If not, I'm sorry, but I think I'll have to omit that particular scene....]
Otherwise, check back in about two weeks from now. Thanks. Hope you enjoy the following chapter. What you're about to read is actually supposed to be 1/2 of a much larger chapter...but ah wells! I didn't get enough finished, so I'm just posting what I've got....
~~Amber
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~Seto's POV~
We didn't attend the reception.
Seems weird, huh? Yeah, I guess so... but you have to understand that by the time it was all said and done, we (and myself especially) just wanted to get the hell out before something exploded.
Something was bound to explode, I mean, every other conceivable disaster known to man had already happened that day, so if I know anything mathematical patterns, then if given time, something else *would* have gone extremely wrong.
Another reason for not going, if you haven't already suspected, is that I didn't want to confront Yugi. No, I am *not* a coward, and if someone accuses me of such, then I will twist them into a shape they never thought anatomically possible. Cowardice has nothing to do with this one....you just don't know how it feels to look down at a guy half your height, a guy who probably has difficulty even reaching most doorknobs, and then be hit with the realization, "Hey! This is the man who beat my ass!"
I still think I'm a better duelist, though.
Of course, seeing Yugi again wouldn't have been so bad if I'd had my cards with me. Whenever I have even a few cards of my beloved deck in my hands, then I feel....empowered. Bigger, and stronger, and more confident than I could be on my own. When I duel, I'm in my natural environment, and I know it. I've been shamed in the past, and it stings beyond the power of mere words to describe.
But I couldn't think of anything like that now. I had to, and should be, thinking of happier things. I had just got married. Isn't that usually when guys joke about how their life is over and how they are forever griped at...? The old ball and chain? No...I didn't feel that way at all. Of course there was some sense of "What the hell hidden trap am I going to stumble into next?" but I think that was not so much the acquiring of marital status as it was the fact I was with Pegasus.
My whole life would never have a sliver of sanity to it again, and I might as well have resolved myself to that little fact....
..of course, I didn't. Not at first. I still had aimed to be the same stoic, fiercely determined, all-business-no-fun, man that I had been not too long ago.
Silly me...
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Barbados, eh? As idiotic as this may sound in retrospect...I was not at all sure who had picked Barbados as a honeymoon destination. It wasn't me, I know that much. I've never set foot in the Caribbean, nor had any particular desire to. Perhaps this was Pegasus' idea? Or perhaps Croquet, or that maid girl? ...aw hell, I don't know. Well, even if I especially cared, it was too late to change things now.
Fortunately, one of the perks of being a very wealthy man with an even wealthier husband is, traveling preparations don't amount to much hassle. Between the two of us, we packed very little: my suitcase of cards, they go everywhere with me; my laptop (Pegasus didn't notice me packing it, and I doubt he would approve..honeymoon is supposed to equal "NO BUSINESS" in his mind...); a few clothing pieces on both sides (Really, how often have you ever seen either of us change clothes?); and some various accessories. Oh...and lest I forget, Pegasus packed a bunch of plushies. No fricken kidding.
When I looked at him funny for jamming little stuffed critters into a suitcase, he shrugged at me. "Whhhhaaat? Can't a billionaire, of all people, keep a few healthy little collections of paraphernalia?"
When I failed to reply (if anyone even knows an adequate reply for something like, that then by all means, let me know), he proudly held up one of the sewn oddities. "Look? Isn't he so adorable? This little fellow is named Bo, he's a brown and white dalmation, and he will forever be especially close to my heart, because it just so happens we share the same birthday!"
[A/N: October 8th=Pegasus' birthday, official guide says so]
Well, once we had gotten every damn hairball, pokemon, beany-weenie, puffinstuff, and fluff-wuffer into the suitcase, which was by now bursting and creaking on account of all this plush horror, then and only then were we ready to move on.
Oh, and by the way, if Pegasus wants to have *ANY* intimacy during this honeymoon, he better not leave even one of those things sitting on nightstands or dressers in the bedroom............there is no way I can perform with those little beady eyes watching me....
When we were all done packing, thankfully not too much of a time-consuming task, we made our way to the terminal on the other side of the isle and waited outside for servants to prepare the private jet.
I wasn't really as anxious for air travel as one might expect, private jet or no. I've had a lot of seriously warped experiences with airplanes, but I'll get to that later....
Anyway, we were taking several servants aboard, and needless to say, Croquet was first among them. When he walked in with our luggage, I could've sworn that he flashed me a nasty look...at least a hint of one.
I had to cringe. But I was also too stubborn not to voice my opinion on the matter to my mate.
"I don't think he should come." Said I, after the peculiar old guy had departed.
Pegasus, as I should've expected, just laughed my dissent away. "Oh, come now! We can't leave Croquet behind! Everyone needs a collected impassive butler/servant to go everywhere with them! You know.....like, for instance, Alfred from Batman. Now where would dear Bruce have been without his faithful Alfred? He'd never catch any villains, that's for sure. They would have already taken over the world in the time it would take him to tidy up his bachelor's pad."
I raised my eyebrow at him. Inwardly, I couldn't help but be amused by this little line of reasoning.
"So we're superheroes now, eh? Does that make Yugi and his followers villains?"
"Of course. Heavens, anyone who could do what they did to our wedding cake must have some hint of evil within them. I suppose he and his friends could be like a gang....or perhaps like one of those families who do dirty deeds...mafia, right? Well....it fits perfectly! I can imagine their code names now: Muttso Eat-a-Lot, Sharky Do-Nothing, Tea the Twig, and last but not least, the infamous crimelord.....Big Yugi."
Try as I might to hold back, I had to release a snicker on that one.
Seeing that he had struck a good chord with me, Pegasus was eager to continue. "Yes, that is correct, friend. All wrong-doings in the little town of Domino connect back to one source, one underground operation that goes on beyond the eyes of the common law. Nobody crosses Big Yugi, lest he shall come to their house, and....pull his out his *MIGHTY DECK OF DOOM* ...and then they are never heard from again. Whacked, some call it.... Woe, woe! See now, this is where you and I come in..."
By now, I really was laughing. Hey, who says Yugi doesn't lead a secret life as Godfather of Crime on the side? It's always the ones you'd least expect....
Besides, Pegasus and I needed to get as many laughs out of jokes like these as we could....on account of the way Yugi had totally put us to shame... damn, he didn't just *defeat* us, he fricken *trampled* our lousy corpses. I got beaten by a move that no one's ever done before, something which is impossible theoretically speaking, and Pegasus...ha, if anyone got a more embarrassing defeat handed to them than me, it had to be Pegasus. He got beaten by a huge swarm of Kuribohs! The very creator of Duel Monsters, beaten by....Kuribohs!! Now that is ironic, especially in light of his odd affinity for puffy cartoony creatures...
The fierce chuckles on both sides were broken by Croquet's ever-emotionless matter-of-fact voice.
"Jet's ready."
Pegasus' one eye flashed at me in this playful little look... "You heard the man. Away, into the Batmobile, Robin!"
I'm sure Croquet had no idea where we had dropped our sanity off at, but then, maybe he was used to this sort of thing.
As Pegasus stood there grinning at me, I knew I was perceptive enough to detect a hint of a challenge in his tone..just a whiff of some implied bit, yes... it was there.........
.....no, I was not going to give in! This was too silly and petty a thing to argue over...I would not say anything...must...not.....eh...no....will...not...
......screw it!
....hell, stubbornness wins again....
"Why do I have to be the sidekick?" I asked, realizing even as I did so that I probably seemed like an utter moron for making this into a contest...but, hey, I'm a competitive person and I never claimed otherwise. I mean, really, it wasn't fair for Pegasus to automatic make me the sidekick here...
"Well, obviously, Kaiba~boi," He simply shrugged. "you're the younger one in our little relationship. The youth is always the sidekick, so, therefore, if we were superheroes.."
"So? I'm sorry Pegasus, but your logic here is warped. See, I may be younger, but look at my clothes. I'm the one who wears the cool trench coat. You wear lace. *LACE*! Now just how the hell would you try to intimidate evil monsters in lace? I can just imagine... No, Lord Evil-demon-fellow, thou shalt not carry out yon masterminded plan, for I shall smite ye with my terrifying...............Lacy Wrist o' Might!"
.....good Ra, what was that nonsense I just babbled? ....Did I just make a *JOKE*?! ......stupid Pegasus...already rubbing off on me....
Pegasus wasn't laughing, though. He just had this sort of puzzled look on his face.
"Now, see here, Kaiba~boi, you really ought to read more comics. Firstly, what superhero speaks in Ye Olde Englyshe? I mean, really! And second of all, lace is a trifling matter. Most of the beloved world saviours of comicbookdom that I am familiar with wear *spandex* and they also seem to have an affinity for wearing underwear on the outside....it is truly time that we acquire a hero who can not only jump tall buildings in a single bound, but who is also clever enough to put his pants on properly. I would be revered among them, because I always appear fashionable. So....nyah!"
And then, can you believe? He stuck his tongue out and "pffted" at me!
Nonetheless...I smiled, because the ultimate zinger just hit me.... "Yeah...well...don't even get me started on the pink suit...."
The look of shock and indignation on his lovely face was so priceless...I had to silently commend myself.
"The suit is red, dear Blue Eyes..." He simply muttered.
"Maybe once upon a time..." I was really being quite evil here, but I couldn't resist.. "...but outfits generally do fade when you wear them *every* day...and sorry to say, but that suit is rose pink."
He just hmphed. "Alright, fine, Kaiba~boi. Colorblind much?"
I opened my mouth in preparation to respond..but then I got struck with a realization....
...what the hell were we doing here? Was this an *argument*? Sheesh.... I always used to wonder what my first marital argument with Pegasus was going to be like. Most couples tend to focus their disputes around monetary problems (ha, yea, that's a real problem here...), poor sex lives (...*snicker*), and messy houses (well, that's what servants are for) .....but obviously, Pegasus and I have none of these issues.....
...so, of course, we're left to argue about important, pressing concerns.....the stuff of life and death....like whether his suit is red or pink, and which one of us would be the sidekick if we were superheroes. Gods, we were pathetic...
...and for once, I had to step down, concede, and compromise this trivial scuffle before it really got out-of-hand...I really hope Pegasus felt as moronic about our subject matter as I did...
"Alright, Pegasus, this has got to stop!" He regarded me with the most adorable curious expression. In the background, I heard Croquet huff impatiently. "Let's settle it right here. Your damn suit is some nameless colour between red and pink, but close enough to either to go both ways. And if we were superheroes, then neither one would be the sidekick. We'd be an equal duo like....like the Wonder Twins or something, yeah, that's it."
I felt like my IQ had just dropped significantly, but Pegasus just responded with this incredibly heart-melting bemused smile. If we were inside and not in front of all these crazy servants, I would have probably scooped him up right then and there.
Behind us, Croquet had walked up (so silently....I know this guy will creep me out..) and stood there like a statue...a semi-irritated, grunting statue.
"Well, if The Amazing Trenchcoat Man and Sir Frilly the Pink are all finished with their little discussion....I thought it best to tell you that the jet is all ready ...whenever you are, of course..."
As the grey-headed servant walked off, I heard Pegasus yell after him...
"It's red!!"
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Once I got on the jet, the first thing I did was change clothes. That may sound like an odd choice of action, but I felt pretty fricken strange walking around in a big silk robe...plus, I was sure that stuff would give me some sort of rash before the day was over...
My second course of action was foraging. I couldn't help it; I was hungry. I had not eaten breakfast that morning, and like I said, we didn't attend the reception. I did feel like I should probably be in the living quarters section of the jet, spending time with my new husband (hn, was he legally my husband? Does being married by a conveniently placed Egyptian woman count as official? ..eh, well), but on second thought, we were married now...we'd have the rest of our lives together.
By this time, we were taking flight. The weather was still less-than-ideal. The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and I heard distant thunder peals.
Bad weather has never been a problem for me. In fact, sometimes I enjoyed sitting at the desk in my main office and watching the rain through those tall sky-scraper windows. And sometimes I found the thunder refreshing. The world was not always so sweet and quiet, sometimes it could be as tumultuous as I felt.
So it was not for my own sake that I hoped the storm didn't increase too much....I had to consider how Pegasus would react. And after what he'd gone through all those years ago...gods, who could blame him.....
As I walked into the remarkably well-furnished kitchen section of the jet, I heard shuffling footsteps behind me. Pegasus had removed his old-fashioned sandals, and his bare feet made a childlike patter on the linoleum. I was sure that if I spun around, he'd be grinning innocently, and probably ready to play a prank.
That was another thing about Pegasus. Pranks around every corner. I knew the moment we boarded the jet that I was going to be paranoid like hell for the duration of our journey....and no matter how careful I prided myself on being, I was *sure* it wouldn't be long before I'd find my butt on a whoopie cushion, or my salt and sugar switched....or, knowing Pegasus..he'd probably be more sinister still....dreaming up pranks the likes of which I couldn't even conceive of.
But if he did decide to start crap like that, I reconciled myself to the fact that there probably wasn't one thing I could do to prevent it.
At least a beer might make me feel better.
However, when I opened the refrigerator....I noticed something.
THERE WAS NO FRICKEN BEER! No Coronas, no Budweiser, not even a damn Rolling Rock.....nothing.
Just assorted fancy shtick.....meats with really really screwy German words on the label...what the hell is "Deutschländer" and what bastard decided that ought to be a word? And by the way, nothing with over three w's counts as a word in my mind, either!
There were various bottles of who-knows-what, hot sauces and seasonings, diced vegetables and the like. Among these were the more familiar items, three jugs of milk, some eggs, and a compartment of fresh vegetables and fruit. But no beer, nothing alcoholic at all.
I looked at Pegasus, aghast. When he didn't say anything, I opened the cabinets and peered into them.
Wine. Lots and lots of wine. Ancient bottles, distilled for who-knows-how-many-years. This was the sort of stuff that some individuals with way more money than they knew what to do with (..hmm, not us...?) would spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars on. But you know the best part? I swear, he had ripped off every last one of the intricate labels, instead choosing to replace them with yellow stickies....with the words "Fruit Juice" scribbled on by sharpie marker.
..I'm honestly not sure whether I wanted to double-over with laughter, or yell at the top of my lungs. And as I wondered why in the hell I'm married to a total fruit-juice-basket like Pegasus...but then, the aforementioned combined feeling of wanting to laugh and yell always answers my question for me. Honestly, no one else can make me feel that way....
'Yoo~hoo, Kaiba~boi? Are you looking for something?" He called out in a voice that was both sugar-laced and taunting.
I did not respond. Like most men, I'd be damned if I had to ask for help.
If there was no good beverages around, at least I might be able to find something worth eating, or so I thought. Absentmindedly, I gave a rasp cough. Apparently the weather had gotten to me..a bit..
When I pulled the pantry doors apart, I just stared blankly. This would have been an opportune moment for a sweatdrop...except, I don't do those things.
Row after row after row was stacked with...flour, sugar, and mashed-potato-and-gravy boxes...all cheap brands.
"What..the..hell?" I muttered blankly. How many times have I used that expression today? I've lost count.
"What's the matter, Kaiba~boi?" I heard Pegasus behind me. I figured by now he would be ill with me for not paying him much attention, but he didn't seem to be too bothered.
Again, I coughed hoarsely.
"My, my, quite a dreadful cough you've caught there, eh? Let me get something to help you with that...."
I stood aside, allowing him to step into the pantry. He walked all the way inside and pulled the door shut, preventing me from peeking. I did wonder over his need for secrecy, but only slightly. Part of the commitment of marriage is implicit trust, which is what I felt for Pegasus...or rather, I was just too tired to be distrustful, at the moment.
A second later, he stepped outside, regarding me with a tender doting smile. Opening his silky-bordered hand, he revealed a small yellow cough lozenge. Lemon-flavored, presumably.
I wasn't sure where he had kept the cough drops amidst all that boxed nonsense, but I was actually quite grateful. Leave it to Pegasus to look out for me and give me exactly the item I needed when I needed it. I almost felt remorseful for earlier, when I had harbored suspicions over his prankster nature.
More endeared by his thoughtfulness than by the item itself, I plucked the lozenge from his hand and thoughtlessly popped it into my mouth.
........and a moment later, I spit it halfway across the room. I also made a few sound effects, probably best described as "GASP!" "GAG!" "GROAN!" and so forth.
Whatever that thing was, it sure as hell wasn't any cough drop I'd ever tasted....damn, I'd never tasted such an intense bursting of flavour before.... right when I was letting my guard down, Pegasus got me...just like clockwork.
Damn him, that adorably loveabble asshole....
He was already trying to stifle a series of giggles, though there was hardly any point in that now. He got me..he got me good...
"What..the....?" I gasped brokenly whenever my faculty for speech returned to me.
For reply, Pegasus held up a small plastic bag.....a candy bag.
"One of my favourite candy varieties. 'Warheads', they're called. Isn't that an apropos name? Very nicely sour, wouldn't you say, dear Kaiba~boi? They're really very nice once you acquire a taste for them and a toleration for sourness. I've played that prank on Croquet many a time..he never wises up!"
He stuck his tongue out, revealing the dark blue candy hue upon it. "See? I took a blue berry one, and yours is lemon."
....With a most mischievous twinkle in his eye, he added, "So....if we kiss, do you suppose it will make green?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Surely you don't ask *Croquet* that when you prank him, right?"
Then, before he could respond, I lauged drily, grabbed him round the waist (and judging by the look on his face, I believe this even surprised him) and planted one on him right there..... Not that I had any *interest* in kissing Pegasus, of course, just that....being a scientific genius of my caliber, I couldn't resist the need to test a hypothesis.......yeah....that's it....
After "testing the hypothesis" a good eight times ( just so I could get the most accurate results, I'm a dedicated scientist, mind you), I can tell any curious souls that...no, it doesn't actually make green....it just washes the blue and yellow away a good deal. But really, who cared?
When at last we broke the kissing (I should've just dropped Pegasus on the floor, he would've deserved it for that little prank...), Pegasus leaned to one of the pantry shelves and tossed a cereal box down. I gaped.
Behind all the boxes of various powdery stuff, there lay a secret stash of very different food items.
Candy. Candy. Candy. A *lot* of sugar-stuffed candy.....sweet tarts, gum drops, jawbreakers, nerds, pixie sticks, gobstoppers....agh, it was just like another eccentric billionaire whom I seem to recall Roald Dahl writing a book about... (*NOT* that I read the book, of course!!! Mokuba's into that sort of thing!)
"Damn, Pegasus, no wonder you're so hyper and looney.." I stammered.
Placing a finger against my lips, he responded simply, "The effect, not the cause, Kaiba~boi..."
Before I had time to think of a good response, Pegasus broke our embrace, stepped back, and glared at me in a mock threat. "Care to see what I'm holding?"
I blinked, all-of-a-sudden feeling pretty dumb. All this time, Pegasus had been holding his arms behind his back, no doubt hiding some new mischief....but I had not noticed until he mentioned it.
Shrugging, I feigned apathy. "Sure. Whatever."
With the most wicked little grin, his arms snapped out to reveal a very tightly-clutched spray bottle of Reddi Whip....the nozzle was pointed directly at me, and his index finger seemed pressed dangerously far down on the release....
I didn't know how far those cans are capable of shooting, and I did not aim to find out.
"You ....wouldn't dare!" I gasped, unmoving.
"Oh-ho, wouldn't I, Kaiba~boi?" He stepped forward, still grinning.
Gods! He would too! He was just sanity-challenged enough to blast the hell out of me and start a total food fight...nevermind the mess, and the fact that I am a no-nonsense man, and the fact that I was wearing my wonderful blue trench coat....
Sensing that Pegasus was just a heartbeat away from some serious maniacal laughter, I bolted. Obviously, I wasn't familiar enough with this particular jet to have any idea of where I was running to, I just ran. But somehow, I couldn't quite shake Pegasus...how can a guy in a robe be so bloody quick?
Next thing I knew, I was in the bathroom.
Now, I'm not the sort of weirdo who goes around talking about bathrooms and how nice they are...but this was the fanciest jet restroom that I'd ever seen. Everything was made of marble, not wood...marble floors, marble cabinets...golden handles...it all looked so polished and glossy. In the corner, there was also this massive claw tub.. (hmm...note...must..make..use..of..later...)
But I didn't have time to appreciate how well-made our compartments were, no, I was being chased by a maniac with a spray can.... but then I got an idea..
"Alright, Pegasus, drop it!" I exclaimed, just as he appeared in the doorway.
Although he only had one eye, it sure did get wide when he saw what I was holding.
Fortunately for me, the hair-dryer was already plugged in...it figures, too. A guy like Pegasus probably spends a lot more time on his hair than I'd care to imagine.
Being the mechanical master that I am, I grabbed the device up and pointed it in his direction. Pegasus froze, still holding the spray can at me, but now looking perplexed on whether to pull the trigger or not....
"Just try it, Pegasus.." I panted. "One shot, and if I turn this on..." as I spoke, I fingered the "ON" switch of the hair-dryer, "...you could hit me...but if I get to it first...then this blows it back in your direction, and care to hypothesize what happens then...?"
The look on his face was one of indecision. Hey...this was just like one of those Old West show-downs....except...goofy....
I thought he might try something, but if he did, I was being damn serious with my little threat. Pegasus had pranked my ass like nobody's business today, and I would cuddle Yugi before I'd let Pegasus get one on me again.... I am still Seto Kaiba. I still have some pride...
...well, as much pride as a man can have when he's using a hair-dryer to ward off a guy with a Reddi Whip can...
Pegasus hesitated, silver strands falling across his face as he regarded me....
There was a silence....and in a moment, I had this suspicion that we'd both be covered in white goo.. (...shut up, perverts, geez..)
However, at the last...Pegasus wavered, and at length he seemed to relinquish his goal....halting...dropping his arms....
Suddenly, much to my surprise...Pegasus turned the nozzle upwards and sprayed the tasty white cream topping all over his nose and face.
I stared, blinking, about ready to give a fresh "What the hell..?" when Pegasus turned around in the doorway, his back now facing me. Loosing the top of his too-tight silky white robe, I began to shiver as the sight of more and more back flesh came into view....shoulders first..then all the way down to the small of his back....
Turning just enough so I could see his pretty whip-cream-smeared-visage, he grinned and offered a little "Come hither" motion of the finger.
"Wellllllll....don't you care for sweets, Kaiba~boi.....?"
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A few special words... to my fans/people reading/crazed maniacs not unlike myself ^-^
SW: Before my next update, I need to see what you've done so far for the next scene..? Since I couldn't finish my planned scene, I wrote about half of it and am posting it now. I'll be gone next week, but if you get your portion to me ASAP, it'd be much appreciated. I have a lot planned out for the next scene, but I will work whatever you've written in, promise! Oh yeah...and about the lemon scene.......c'mon Yami! Don't with-hold the citrus goodness from your hormone crazy hikari!! Grrr...don't even kid with me about that, Yami! Hikaris can be evil too, y'know =P
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BTW, Can you tell your friend SweetCandie about this fic? She's such a hardcore Pegasus fan, I think she might like it. Incidentally, I've tried to give her fic two rave reviews in the past 2 days, but they're not appearing for some reason. (I added her story to my favourites list as well, it's getting really awesome! ^-^ Yay for Pegsu fans!)
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