Eyeshipping (Pegasus J Crawford/Yami no Bakura)
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"Well, considering our last encounter ended with you ripping my eye out," Pegasus said, crossing one leg over the other and tilting his head, so that his hair would shift away from the empty socket that it normally hid, "I'm not sure why I should trust you this time."
The boy that stood in his doorway was slight of frame, and wouldn't have looked out of place on a school field trip. His hair was about as white as Pegasus' own, eyes a flat, demonic sort of violet. He didn't seem at all disturbed by the empty socket, and in fact, a grin twisted his otherwise normal looking teenage face at the sight.
"You were supposed to die," he said. "I even took the trouble of leaving that fake eye behind, you know...so that you could blame it on suicide."
Pegasus' lips pressed together.
"You're not making your case very well, are you, Bakura boy?"
Thatmade the grin turn into a faint scowl. Ah. So he didhave human emotions...to some degree.
"I don't see why I should hand a card of that power to you," Pegasus continued, tilting his head the other way to let his hair fall back over his eye. He felt vulnerable without that shield of hair. "Especially, as you've said, you wanted me dead before. How should I know you won't have me knocked off as soon as you get what you want out of me?"
Bakura shrugged.
"You don't," he said. "But you survived my last attack...and I respect that sort of will to live, if nothing else. Besides."
He grinned, and his teeth looked like a feral beast more than anything else.
"Clearly, you continue to be of use to me."
Pegasus considered him for a long moment—the teenage boy who was clearly anything but. Then he sighed softly. He rose from his chair and turned towards the painting behind him, lifting it away to reveal the safe behind.
Bakura snorted.
"Clever location," he said sarcastically. Pegasus ignored him.
"You could have easily bypassed this part, and simply picked the lock yourself," Pegasus said. "I'm sure someone like you is...full of talents."
He wondered if the boy would react to that jibe—if the part of his soul that was human would remember the thief it used to be.
"I could have," Bakura said smoothly, feathers unruffled. "But then I'd miss out on the fun of threatening you."
Pegasus rolled his eye, and let the safe swing open, retrieving the thin slip of paper inside. There were a few other cards in here too...cards he wasn't ready to send out into the world just yet. He turned around with the card pinched between two fingers, glancing briefly at the art, the title. Diabound. He had never liked this one. It reeked too much of anger and centuries old hatred.
He threw the card across the room, and Bakura snagged it from the air with the reflexes of a cat. He glanced down at the art briefly, as though to confirm Pegasus had given him the right one. A smile of satisfaction danced over his lips, and then he tucked it away into the pocket of his black jacket.
"Pleasure doing business with you," he said with a laugh. "I doubt we'll meet again—this world isn't long for this life."
He turned with a snap of his black coat towards the door.
"You didn't threaten me," Pegasus called softly, and he saw the boy's shoulders hesitate. "I just believe no matter what advantage you have, you'll never win."
For a moment, he thought Bakura was going to turn around, was going to bury a knife into his chest.
But then, he just let out a soft, barking laugh of derision, and just like that, he was gone. Pegasus watched the place where he had gone.
Then he slowly sank into his chair, and closed his eye, rubbing his temple.
I hope my trust in Yugi and the others...isn't misplace after all...
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A/N: Next is Executeshipping (Yami no Marik x Shadi).
