Heh heh. Another three months and I can post this as a year-anniversary chapter.

But I won't. Because PEGASUS IS IN THE YUGIOH MOVIE! Here's a new chapter in honor of everybody's favorite American billionare!

Disclaimer: Do not own Yugioh

Claimer: Do own Terra, the Plotline, and a ticket to the Yugioh Movie!


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Thankfully, Terra really did wake up on her own, just in time for landing. Yawning, she hopped off Pegasus's lap just as Croquet came back out of the cockpit to formally announce their arrival.

Once feeling returned to Pegasus's legs, he gratefully headed outside. The scenery hadn't changed much from the last time he had been here.
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'Here' was a small island that had been owned by Pegasus's family for several generations. Located only two hours' boat ride off the coast of Southern Norway, it had the appearance of a barricaded mountain castle, like a great fortress, rising majestically out of the freezing sea. And it was equipped with many defenses, modern and natural, as well.

Defense was not the point. Littlerock Manor, as the island was generally called, was a place that members of the family usually went to relax. It had been the place where he and Cecilia had spent their honeymoon. And it was here that Pegasus stored the original paintings and designs for every single card of the Duel Monsters card game, most of which had been created by Pegasus himself.

The only place for his private jet to land was a miniscule airstrip that had been carefully carved out of the Cliffside. Then it was a long trip up a narrow staircase to the main entrance of the castle. Pegasus hadn't been here in years, and without its old level of use and care, the whole structure looked older, partially abandoned even.

The point was, Littlerock Manor was secluded and private. Exactly the place for someone as well-known as Pegasus to lie low.
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"Yeesh, you sure have a thing for big, clunky castles, Peggy-kun," Terra informed him seriously, before wandering off to explore.

Deciding not to ask, Pegasus got settled in while Croquet started whipping the manor staff into shape, setting them to work fixing up everything that needed repair (which turned out to be just about everything). Settling in was harder than Pegasus expected - he kept hearing strange echoes of voices.

What made things even more unusual was that the voices sounded exactly like all the staff and guards. They would even usually be nearby, but what they were actually talking about and what Pegasus heard were always completely different things, things that could not be mistaken for each other.

This strange puzzle was starting to make his head hurt by the beginning of the third day of his stay. Pegasus cornered Terra in the kitchen and demanded to know what exactly she had done to his head.

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"Why? Is there something wrong with it?" she inquired, blue eyes open wide in supposedly innocent curiosity.

"I do not think I would be asking if there wasn't," Pegasus replied, drawing on every single lesson of patience and politeness he had ever learned to keep from growling.

Terra might be annoying, infuriatingly vague, and have some sort of mystical powers, but she WAS still a girl. The most important thing drilled into every male of Pegasus's social class was that you had to be polite to a girl. No matter what, it was the worst sort of impropriety to yell at, threaten, or harm a girl. With absolutely no exceptions.

In response, she stared right back at him in completely fake puzzlement.
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His cutely polite mannerisms were why Terra loved to provoke him. She wanted to see that gentlemanly exterior crack. But when a faint grinding noise started coming out of his twitching jaw, Terra sighed. Fun was fun, but she was supposed to help him, and that didn't including helping him develop an ulcer.

"Okay, okay. It sounds like freaky echoing to you, right?"

"Well…yes," he said, "How…?"

"What I can't figure out is how someone like you, who shows a slight aptitude for intelligence," Terra continued over his next partially-suppressed growl, "Could be so oblivious to what's going on. I mean, it hasn't been that long since you expected to be able to hear what other humans are thinking…"

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Pegasus took a minute to track on that one. Terra watched closely, almost able to hear the little gears turning and the little wheels spinning around inside his head, before his eye went really wide and he gasped in what appeared to be shock.

"But…you…but, you can't be serious!"

"Honey-bunny," Terra replied with a giggle as she teleported to the back of the chair Pegasus had just slumped into, "I don't get anymore serious than this."

"…Implications of that statement aside," he muttered, "I shouldn't have this power. I lost the Eye. Why would I still be able to use its power if I lost the Item in a Shadow Game?"

"You lost the Eye, you lost the ability to use It's powers," Terra explained, "Work with me on this Peggy-kun…why would you have any powers at all without that Eye?"

"I would have powers if…" Pegasus wracked his mind for a possible explanation.
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"Are you saying that this power is - is natural for me?!"

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"As they say in this century: 'Well, duh.'"

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