Forlornshipping (Pegasus J. Crawford/Pandora)

. . .

Pegasus considered the mask, held lightly across the tips of his fingers. He considered, for a moment, the man who had owned it.

He considered that, under different circumstances, he might have been the one wearing it.

"Excuse me, Pegasus-san? We're going to need that back...it's evidence."

Pegasus glanced up. The girl seemed a little nervous—perhaps it was because he was who he was, and she recognized him. Or perhaps it was because she was young, and this was most likely her first real assignment. Her police uniform was clearly new, perfectly fit and clean; probably this was among the first times she had worn it.

"Oh, of course. My mistake. I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't be here."

She took the mask back from him, looking relieved.

"Ah, yes, I was actually...supposed to ask you to leave, too. I'm sorry, sir."

Pegasus shook his head. He didn't belong here anyway. He wasn't sure why his feet had brought him here, when he had heard that the Battle City entrant, Pandora, had been found dead underground at the edge of an illegal dueling ring, cradling a manikin of a woman.

No. He knew exactly why he had come here.

He watched the black body bag as it was carried off the scene. The man who had once worn the mask that he had now given away. His eyes wandered to the manikin, left discarded on the ground, her only companion the white chalk line at her side.

He let out the briefest of sighs, and his hand wandered up to his own face.

"I had a mask like that once," he mumbled.

"I'm sorry?" the girl said, looking up at him.

"Nothing," Pegasus said. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, officer. Good luck on the case."

He turned back towards the stairs to the world of light above, and wondered, what kind of world was it where he could reach that world of light...

But someone else never could?

. . .

A/N: I'm...not even sure why this was a thing. Next will be Forgiveshipping (Thief King Bakura x Shizuka).