It's always raining in the afterlife, either that or it's cloudy. Pegasus, who sounds very positive, no matter what it is he's saying, tells him it's because this isn't Heaven. "It's not the other place either," he says, taking for granted that Tenma knows what he means, "this is someplace in the middle. I think they send you here when you had a good reason for the evil things you did."
Leaning against the thin pillows in the bed that takes up most of their room, Tenma shrugs. "Kaiba Seto," he says.
"Excuse me?" Pegasus looks at him.
"It's your turn, go ahead: Kaiba Seto."
Pegasus doesn't even think. "Mediocre." He takes a brandy filled chocolate and passes Tenma the box, "Mind you," he says, "that's not entirely fair. His soul wasn't in his body when I had him," He eats his candy. "Jounuchi Katsuya."
Unwrapping a chocolate, "the blond? Please, Pegasus, I do have some standards."
"Moutou Yuugi?"
"He's not in the same class with you." Tenma bites the top off of the chocolate with one snap of his teeth. "Honda Hiroto's not in the same class, nor Bakura Ryou. Nor my brother Gekkou." With chocolate still melting in his hand, "none of them can touch you, Pegasus, why do you bother asking?"
"You know why." Pegasus catches his hand and slowly licks the chocolate away from his fingers. And Tenma does know. They're here together in the afterlife. They're waiting for… something; and whatever comes, it's not going to be what either of them wanted. There's no Cyndia here, no revenge against Yuugi. He uncurls his body, stretches out a little, while Pegasus' tongue slowly travels along his arm, and down over the rest of his body.
And the grey half-light outside their window is still just the same, several hours later when Pegasus sits back up in the bed. "Siegfried von Schroeder," he says, and it's Tenma's turn to answer again.
