Lightning-Dono: Dun dun dun, another chapter. Pegasus is very sensitive about his house, by the way. Sorry I'm so slow at updating! My dad's been making me study so I'm ready to get into school...Read the 'updates' section in my profile to know what's going on.
Ah, and credits to Pamster for the nickname of 'TD'. ;) (Thanks for informing me about the mistake, Paladin Dragoon!)
Answers to the reviewers
Vandagirl519 - I hate Yami no Marik/Yami Marik. . He's quite wrinkly and he has a very interesting idea on how humans should look. I personally despise of those wrinkles or whatever that appear quite involuntarily on his face whenever he's in an intense duel. Heh, him singing. It was a nightmare to imagine that, but I managed to write it without laughing too hard...
Paladin Dragoon - You're welcome. Besides, TD shortens it to two letters. What more would we ask for? I can imagine Yami grovelling like that. Just think of him leaning over like a peasant, dropping onto his knees and...stuff. Never mind. xD
Animefreak500 - Well, the Pop Tart French Toast thingies are good. o.o Maybe I should make TD get a girlfriend...Man, I'm a hopeless romantic. I can think of a list of words that could describe Yami Marik right now, but I'm too darn lazy to put them up. It would probably destroy the rating on this fanfic.
dannyphantomsgf - Thanks so much! =D You all make me smile. You're never too old for movies. ;)
WolfBane2 - Yeah...Téa doesn't sound like someone who'd skip from guy to guy, huh? But that's how it is.
Pamster - Yes, a holographic (I hope it was. xD) Fairy Injection Lily -did- go and give Joey a shot...=D TD always freaks out. You'd think that's be a normal thing by now. =P But even so, I'm really ecstatic about the fact that you liked that chapter a lot! I was kind of losing my sense of humor when I wrote it because it was...rainy.
Yami'slover - Now I know what keeps Yugi in his room for so long before school! He's busy applying hair gel! =0 Heh, thanks.
SetoKiaba'sbabe - Aw, you're too kind. (I'm trying to think of different ways to say 'thank you'.) Well, you're hopes have come true (That didn't make any sense...) and here's another chapter!
Hatsuharolover – Yay! It's still good! -cheers-
After being escorted by Pegasus to his mansion, having to wash they're shoes outside before coming in and having to go through an identification check, the whole filming crew along with the director was extremely disgruntled.
"Why couldn't we just walk in?" The director asked irritably, leaning against the wall. Pegasus' eyes widened. He ran over and jerked the director roughly away from the wall.
"Don't you even think about touching that wall!" He shrieked, pulling TD away from it quickly.
"What's so special about it?" The director grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.
Pegasus pointed at a spot about ten feet above where the director had been standing moments before. There was a framed, colorful and textured picture of Cecelia, his deceased wife. "That..." Pegasus whispered shakily.
The director, though, was untouched. "It's ten feet above us, it's protected by a glass covering, and you continue to insist we stand here with nothing to lean on! Especially after that exhausting identification check! We spend four whole hours roaming outside with nothing to do but watch you tinker with the machine so it would except our DNA scans also!"
"Well, if you hate it so much, then leave!" Cried the silver-haired man, turning his back upon the whole crew.
TD shook his head and set up the filming equipment. "Whenever you're ready."
A few moments later, Pegasus was lying on his soft bed. "I'm ready," he mumbled.
"All right, Pegasus!" The director yelled through the door. "We'll approach your room from outside and then-,"
"Please, do not scratch my shiny oak door with your equipment, won't you?" Pegasus droned, turning over in his bed.
"Of course we won't," TD replied impatiently, yet admiringly, as he observed the intricate carvings on the door with great interest. "Hey...Why is there a Baby Dragon on the door?" He asked curiously, touching it with one pudgy finger.
"Don't touch it, either," Pegasus warned as the doorknob rattled slightly.
"B-But how are we going to get through the door?"
"You won't. There's a window."
"That's a twenty-foot drop!" The director exclaimed, sounding scandalized.
Pegasus snorted. "That's nothing compared to what will happen if you dare to place another one of your oily fingers on my door. But if you'd like...go through the door."
"But what was all the fuss about, then!?" TD almost screamed, but his vocal cords wouldn't allow him. Instead, the question ended in a high-pitched squeak.
"I don't know."
"ACTION!"
Odion, wearing a very form-fitting leather suit, entered and slipped some cards into Pegasus' suitcase.
"Hey!" Pegasus shouted, leaping up out of bed with great energy and tackling Odion onto the carpeted floor. "What is the meaning of this?" He demanded to the camera that was poking through the door. There were several moans and sighs from outside, but someone eventually answered.
"Read your script. He is serving as a spirit for now. We'll use technology to edit out his features and such so that we end up with a much more ghostly figure in the final product."
"I see." Pegasus got up and plopped himself comfortably onto the bed, a smile stretched across his face.
"You're supposed to be having a nightmare," one of the camera men pointed out.
Pegasus immediately changed his expression into that of one having unpleasant dreams. But it wasn't exactly easy when he was lying in a comfortable, feathery bed with nothing more to do than bounce on it. He opened his eye just a bit to watch Odion slip a few cards into his suitcase and walk back out. A hand below the camera motioned him to move on to the next scene.
Carefully making sure that his other eye was covered (as he didn't have one on that side any longer), he got stirred for a bit and got up, holding his head.
"What a terrible nightmare," he said aloud, to no one in particular. Getting up, he walked outside onto the veranda, watching the birds fly from tree to tree. "No more white wine spritzers for me before bed," he told himself.
"Scene change!" Someone called. The lights on the camera shut off and Pegasus watched in horror as the whole filming crew trekked back outside, lugging the apparatus behind them. The director stepped back to say, "Stay right where you are!"
Pegasus decided that it was best not to complain, so he stayed quiet and obeyed. Then again, there was only so long that someone could obey without going completely ballistic.
"What's taking you all so long?" He demanded, pounding his fists expectantly on the rail of the balcony.
The filming crew growled at him as they set everything up. "Fine, you can come down. We'll make some changes in the script. Instead of shouting down to Seto, you'll be down here."
Pegasus was highly pleased with the changes, so he charged down the stairs and sat in a chair. (A/N: I forgot what he was sitting in is called o.o;)
"Action!" Called the director once everything was done being set up. He had fallen more than once into the pool. Now he stank of algae and fish, but that wasn't enough to become a hindrance to him and filming. He was beginning to find that Pegasus was quite an enjoyable man. He enjoyed wine and art, something that the director found as a surprise as when he had first laid eyes on Pegasus he had come off as some bossy rich guy.
A suited man emerged from the doorway and handed Pegasus a glass with some wine in it with a bow before retreating back to said doorway.
"Ah." Pegasus relaxed all the muscles in his body as he lay back, watching the sparkling turquoise water shimmer with the occasional whack of a fish's tail as it swam.
Then, walking up to him, was Seto. "I told you, Pegasus, to pay your bills! For some reason, everyone thinks I run the economy and wants to demote me from my position!" He shouted, waving a leaflet for a free trip to Disneyland around. Pegasus rolled his eye, carefully veiling the other one with his hair. In fact, there wasn't an eye there to veil, so he didn't find this a great task. But he was told that this movie was rated PG, so he had to limit the revealing of his empty eye socket.
"Cut..." TD held out the 'ut' for so long everyone thought that he was about to pass out for some reason. "Seto, what do you think you're doing?"
"He hasn't been paying his bills. If the bank comes and takes away his-," Seto glanced up and down the walls of Pegasus' place, "-mansion, I won't be surprised. All right. Let's start filming again." He tucked the leaflet into a pocket on the inside of his trench coat and glared at the filming crew. He walked out of the scene.
"Action," the director muttered. No one moved, not hearing him. Pegasus sat frozen in his chair, wine glass in one hand, his single eye twitching with the effort of being kept open without blinking. Seto stood by the bushes, tapping his foot impatiently. TD looked outraged. "What are you all doing? ACTION!"
Seto walked onto the scene, carrying his suitcase with the air of a very famous businessman. In fact, he was, so it wasn't a very big surprise.
"Mmmmm..." Pegasus murmured, sounding as though he were enjoying a particularly juicy steak. "Seto Kaiba. And what might you be doing here?"
Seto stretched out his arm and pointed at Pegasus square in the face, his fingers stretched in a most inhuman way. "I have come to request that you hand over the cards that make beating the Egyptian Gods possible!"
Pegasus assumed a pitying look. "Oh, but why ever would you need them with your ever-so-superior dueling skills?"
Seto blushed a little, but quickly forced himself to become serious. "Don't delay the inevitable, Pegasus! You know I will get my hands on them in the end!"
"How do you even know they exist? What if there really isn't a card that can defeat them?" Pegasus straightened up before actually standing.
The chestnut-haired man smirked. "Now I have a question for you. What does a man like you do with his money other than sit around all day by a couple of pools?"
Pegasus seemed angered by this statement, but continued to speak in his usual boring drawl. "I am retired. Now I spend my money on making places like this for all the fishies to enjoy." (A/N: Yes, that's what he actually says in the movie.)
Seto laughed and quickly made it into a very loud "Ahem". "You made Duel Monsters so you must have the cards to defeat the Egyptian God Cards! You're not stupid, Pegasus. I know you have them on hand so you're able to use them just in case the Gods were to be brought up against you."
"I see that you can now read minds. You know my intentions and are well on your way to becoming a great duelist." Pegasus smiled, an action that puzzled the great Seto Kaiba greatly.
"Fine. I challenge you to a duel!" Seto yelled. Pegasus nodded.
"I shall lead you to my state-of-the-art dueling arena," he informed Seto proudly. They clambered down the many stairs. "What do you think?" Pegasus asked as soon as they got there.
Seto wasn't impressed. "It's old-fashioned, just like you, old man."
And pretty soon, a duel was in progress. Pegasus seemed a little out of it in the beginning, but the director got him back on track. Then, the duel was done.
Seto had prevailed while Pegasus was sprawled on the ground, numb from defeat for the moment. "There are two cards in my deck that you need, then," he panted helplessly as he watched Seto paw through his deck. He saw a glint in Seto's eye and a menacing look followed.
"Old man, there are actually three cards."
This statement left Pegasus highly confused.