Summary: (Reposted after problems) One survived, when another could not. When the heavens took one & the moon gave another. The life of one girl, in the eyes of the beholder, as Pegasus has come to make his choice. Non-Yaoi
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of the characters. I only own the second character mentioned, though I can't say it up here. I would ruin the whole point!
AN: First fanfiction so please be easy on me. If it gets too confusing just post in a review. I know that this idea is overly used to the extreme, but I thought and wrote this before I did a search of Pegasus fics and found way too many stories like this one, though not a lot is understandable, at least too me. Please keep a open mind when reading this. This is only the beginning and I'm hoping to keep it going.
Notes:
Speech.." Person speaking
'thoughts..' Pegasus thinking.
Moonlit Child - Prologue
"..tip..tip..tip" Wet droplets of rain slid down the window of the moving vehicle. It had been raining for a few days and it didn't look like it was stopping anytime soon. It wasn't a hard rain, just gentle drops trickling down. The sky was dark as can be expected, and made everything seem a bit more depressing.
The man sighed, silver hair falling in front of his face as he shifted in his seat to look out the window of the limo.
It had been four years. Four years since the death of his wife, Cyndia. His love and soul. At first it had torn him apart, being the one by her side, holding her hand as she faded into the world that only the dead knew of. They were only seventeen years old; almost eighteen is a few of months. He had cried many times, far too many times to count. Why did she have to be taken away from him? Why did she have to go and leave him behind? If he could have been the one that got sick instead of her, he would have traded places with her almost immediately. 'My love...why?'
He was slowly getting numb to the pain, but a lot of it still lingered. He just couldn't let her go. He had to find a way, by any means. No matter what, he would find her again. This he promised with his every being.
That day. The day that is marked on her grave forever. It was in September, around the 26th. It is a date that he will never forget, but how could he? On that day came the pain that flooded his body and mind, but also a joy that has somehow remained with him. The joy in question was sitting next to him, leaning against the limo's door and watching the rain fall while it tapped against the outside of the window, trying not to fall asleep. If you are wondering, then yes. Sitting next to him was Pegasus's daughter. She was the only good thing that came of that day. She lived, when Cyndia could not.
The limousine hit a puddle and set water slashing against Pegasus's window. A bit annoyed, he turned his head to look at his daughter, moving away his hair so he could get a better view.
She wore a jean skirt that went down to her knees, with small pale green dragonflies on the edges. She also wore a red long sleeve t-shirt with a light blue jacket draping her shoulders. Though she was short as is all four year olds, she was bright for her age. Her hair was silver like that of her fathers being pulled back into a semi-long braid, but had the deep blue, almost grey eyes that belonged to her mother. Hers eyes were an all too familiar sight to him, narrow but not at the same time, except they gleamed with untouched innocence and something more that he couldn't quite place. Strength perhaps, but he did not know for sure.
At times, she would look more like her father but for the most part resembled Cyndia, though it couldn't quite be said who she looked like more. Her face was like any other child, but her smile seemed to make any tension in the room disappear. She was so much like her mother, while at the same time like Pegasus himself. Her hair was the most obvious thing to recognize, but she had his laugh as well. And for that he was proud of.
She was mostly calm, a trait not a lot of children would have. When Pegasus was busy or such, he would often have Croquet look after her, for which he thought that the security guard was most grateful for having to look after a child that was calmer rather than hyper. She had become quiet attached to him, but for the most part she stayed with her caretaker, when either the guard or himself would be too busy.
He had often said at times when she was alive that Cyndia was like an angel, or like a beautiful rose without any thorns. Anyone who saw his paintings of this woman would most likely agree. While his wife was perhaps like a rose, he often saw his daughter as a flower that had been kissed by the moon itself. A combination that he never would have thought of.
'A flower that will soon be lost...' Pegasus thought sadly.
The so-called flower turned her head to look at him. "Daddy, what's whong?" she asked when seeing the troubled look on his face.
Pegasus blinked then shook his head, turning to her with a small smile. "Nothing Anna-girl. Nothing at all. I was only thinking."
That was her name. Anna Jamila Crawford, daughter of Pegasus J. Crawford and Cyndia C. Crawford. The name Anna meant gracious in Hebrew; while Jamila meant beautiful in Egyptian.
"Where are whe ghoing?", the flower asked in the slur that young children had. She started twirling the locket that hung around her neck in the shape of a silver quarter moon, attached to a long silver chain. On the front of it held her initials, and her parents inside of it. He had given it to her not long ago, before things started to get more...complex as such, for the both of them.
Pegasus looked at her for a moment before speaking. "I'm taking you new place flower. You'll see when we get there."
"Come here.." He motioned for her to come to him and he set her in his lap. Rapping his arms around her, she snuggled into his chest. He wanted to remember her like this, not like what she would probably become because of his actions. 'I have no right to care for a flower such as you, my darling. I do not know if I can..'
A giggle could be heard from the small bundle. Pegasus blinked. "And just what are you giggling about little flower?"
She giggled again at being called 'little flower' and looked up. "Pink." she said pointing to his shirt. It was a joke that they often shared. While she would mostly wear dark red, blue and green colors, he had the usual red, almost pink suit. Why he wore it, even he didn't know at times.
"And just what is wrong with that?" he queried with a slight laugh. Anna looked up and giggled again. A looked crossed her face and her expression suddenly became serious and slightly sad. Or as serious as a four year old can get.
"Daddy, are yhou mad at me?"
"No, of course not Anna-girl. Why would you think something like that?" To say the least, the question surprised him. As said, she was bright for her age, and could figure out puzzles and problems easily.
"..I don't see yhou anwymore.." Pegasus sighed.
"But you do see me. I'm sitting right here aren't I?"
"I know that. Bhut I don't see yhou like I used too. Yhou always bhusy" Pegasus mentally shook his head. '..because I do not want you to see me cry, my angel...'
He started stroking her hair. "I'm sorry. I..I suppose I've been occupied with my work. That's all.." Anna yawned and snuggled into his chest once more. "I know.."
Minutes passed by and the rain continued to gently fall against the glass windows. Pegasus stared at the sleeping form of his daughter. Tears started to form in his eyes but he blinked them away before they could fall. He didn't know what could have drove him to this decision. But here he was, daughter in arms, heading down to the main purpose of the drive.
'I have no right to care for a flower such as you, my Anna. Maybe you can see that later on..' Pegasus thought in the dark silence.
(Moon Kissed Child)
After a while of driving down roads and past numerous street signs, the white limo pulled up to a group of large, house like buildings. On each side stood what looked like a wooden house with many windows lining the sides, with a office like building in the center. Each had a small sized yard in front them with toys lingering in various places. A sign hung on a couple of poles in front of the office. It was a white painted sign with green lettering in the middle attached by two chains. The paint was a bit chipped, but with the sky dark, grey and rainy it made it a bit difficult to read.
His stomach turned, as Pegasus watched the approaching building. He blinked back tears for the second time that day, as he looked down at the sleeping bundle lying in his lap. 'Forgive me. I hope you can this understand later. I'm sorry... my flower...forgive me...'
The rain continued to fall as the wind picked up. The sign rattled back and forth. On the wood were these painted words. "West Nevada Adoption Center".
AN: I think I might have been reading too many Ryou and Bakura fictions lately. Aw well. At first for the last part of the chapter, I was hoping to make it so that she was awake and have all of this commotion go on and.. Yeah all that. But that didn't work out so well, so this is how is ends instead.
I was trying to describe Pegasus's daughter but I kept getting stuck. I can see Anna as a teen but not really as a child. Also, I'm making the age of Pegasus and his wife a bit different. They were seventeen almost eighteen when she died and Anna was born. Four years have past and he is now twenty-one. Also since a lot things that seem to follow Pegasus is that he grew up in Nevada and got married there, so it would make more sense if the center was in the same state. Though, I did tried not to make Pegasus a bit OOC, but I just hope he's recognizable.
R&R please. I accept flames because to some it might suck. Thank you for reading. The more reviews, the quicker I can hopefully write this.
