Author: Nurashin (animeMANGA), Fianna (Storywelten)
eMail: Draconess@fantasymail.de
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Genre: DarkFic, Romance
Rating: PG
Note: full moon, too many thoughts and I cannot sleep. Somehow there is mostly a coherence between my mood and what happens to my characters. So ... poor Pegasus can't sleep either. -.-
You get stupid ideas. Especially when you consider that I love Yu-Gi-Oh! I last saw the duelist Kingdom Arc several years ago in Canada and then only (presumably first season). Well, maybe it's because I let Keks and Troll persuade me to finally play with them.
Whatever.
It's my first YGO-FF and besides I have little idea what happened, let alone what came after DK in the seasons * drop * and nya ... I hope you like it at least a little.
If you have praise, contact me and write me a comment, if you don't like it, shut up or something XD (of course you can write that too, I even ask for it.I want to get better after all.) Just don't flames please.
Music: Die Gummibärbande - title song, Rescue Rangers (Chip and Chap) - title song
Disclaimer: Mhh ... if Yu-Gi-Oh! would be mine, then I wouldn't sit here and write fanfics that don't make me a penny. Besides, I have nothing that you can take from me, except a lot of dust and no idea. And there a lot of… Mh… µ_µ
So, now to take note again: YGO and all of its characters are the legal property of Bandai (I think) and I'm not making any profit from this work. I wrote it just to amuse some fans and to pass a sleepless night.

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GOODBYE

Falling deeply into an almost forgotten dream,
I am now:
Les miserables.
I loved you too much and you are now on the other side of the wall

Gackt - Mizerable (English translation)

The full moon shone bright and silver in the room, apparently intent on keeping him from sleeping for the third night in a row.Pegasus sighed softly, reluctantly rose from his bed and stepped resignedly to the large window. He reached out a hand to one of the curtains before hesitating.
He stood there for a moment, but then shook his head and opened the window. A warm autumn night wind blew into his room immediately, playing with his long hair, just as he had done so often on those nights. Nights when he hadn't stood alone at his bedroom window, gazing down at his country in dull frustration. Nights in which innumerable thoughts did not rob him of sleep.
Slowly his memories slipped into a distant time. "Cecilia ..." he whispered. He missed her laugh as bright as a bell, which gave him new courage every time he sat desperately in front of one of his paintings. He missed her gentle touch, her gentle voice ... without her he felt incomplete.
His anger, his anger, all the things she had driven from him had returned the day she died.She had been his light and the moment it went out, he had fallen back into the deepest darkness.
Without a word, Pegasus continued to lean out of the window. The wind dried the tears he hadn't even realized he'd been crying. It almost seemed to him as if the gentle breeze were speaking in Cecilia's voice, calling him.
For a moment he gave in to the illusion and closed his eyes. When he opened it again, a single falling star made a glowing streak across the deep black sky. With his good eye he followed the little meteorite until it was completely burned up in the atmosphere.
As a child he had always wished for something when he saw a 'falling star', but since Cecilia's death there was only one wish for him that he had already entrusted to a shooting star countless times. But it had never been given back to him.
"Couldn't I have died then?Bleed to death when he gave me that cursed eye? "Desperate, Pegasus clenched one hand into a fist. His fingernails dug into the soft flesh and soon the first red drops of blood were pearling down his palm.
"Master Pegasus?" he then suddenly heard at his door. There was a soft knock. "Is everything ok?"
Croquet. He probably thought that his master was mad because he stayed up night after night speaking with a presence that didn't exist.
"Maybe he thinks I'm schizophrenic," Pegasus mused with a touch of cynicism before slowly turning to the door.
"Yes, everything is fine, Croquet. Go to sleep."
Thereupon the silver-haired heard how soft steps go away, but he did not suspect that his confidante believed him. Often enough, Pegasus had seen the looks Croquet gave him early that morning when he went down the stairs that led away from his private quarters.A humorless smile crossed the silver-haired man's face as he leaned out the window again. Maybe he should stop talking to himself. He had never done it before.
“But so much has changed since then.” This time Pegasus didn't even notice that he was speaking his thoughts out loud again. In the meantime he had cramped his hand in the thin fabric of the curtain so that his knuckles were white. Today was particularly bad.
“Today is her birthday.” Just as it was his. But he no longer celebrated this, as it reminded him too much of the few celebrations they had given together. Exactly eight years ago, they had organized their last birthday party together, which should also have been their wedding celebration at the same time. If he had known then that Cecilia would be infected with the disease that very evening, he would have foregone the celebration entirely.
After that, he'd clung to every straw he'd found.He hadn't paid attention to the lives he had almost destroyed himself by doing so.
Yugi was right. He had done terrible and desperate things in Cecilia's name - and all because he did not want to accept that his light was gone.
Not that he accepted it now, but a resignation had spread in him since the defeat against Yugi, against which he could not compete. Once again he had lost all of his drawing creativity, much like after Cecilia's death.
He let his hand drop helplessly and weakly. As if in a trance, he stepped away from the large window. An owl screamed in the distance. Old superstition held the bird a bringer of death.
Pegasus wished it was his death that the animal heralded. Then he would finally be back with Cecilia, would he finally be complete again. But that would certainly not happen. Sometimes he'd thought of suicide, especially on nights like this, but he'd always hesitated.He didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid of dying. Even if he were then reunited with his light.
Unconsciously, his steps had led him to a small sideboard. A Pinot Noir from the evening was still half full on it, next to it an empty glass. After a brief hesitation, Pegasus actually poured some of the dark red wine and took the glass in his hand. The slightly bitter taste of the grapes finally called him back to the present.
"I really should go to sleep," thought the silver-haired man in a low voice and took another sip from the glass before looking thoughtfully at it. So he almost missed the voice behind him.
"Maximillion." She called his name softly. "Maximillion ..." This time the addressee whirled around.
"Who's there?" he demanded to know. For a moment he thought about calling Croquet, but then remembered that he had sent him to sleep. A fact he now regretted.Especially when he couldn't see anyone in his moonlit room. Nor did he get an answer to his question.
“Who's there?” Again the same question.
"Maximillion." The voice was like a whisper, flat and gentle. The silver-haired man shivered down his back. He knew that tone of voice, that way of pronouncing his name, that British accent. But ... that couldn't be, could it?
“Cecilia?” Now his voice was just as low. Indeed, all of a sudden outlines peeled off from the darkness of some of the shadows. Finally a person stepped into the light. Blond hair fell over her shoulders in gentle waves, gray eyes briefly flashed good-naturedly - and Pegasus almost stopped. In shock, he stumbled a few steps back against the sideboard. With a loud clang, the wine bottle fell on the floor and shattered into a thousand small pieces.
Cecilia just laughed. "You haven't changed much, Maximillion," she said and bridged the distance between herself and Pegasus with a few steps.This just trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't believe it. His hands clasped helplessly and in disbelief around the plate of the sideboard on which the wine had just been standing.
“Is it really you?” Pegasus' voice was barely audible, even to his ears. Cecilia just smiled. It was impossible to tell whether she had understood the words, but as if in answer to the question, she raised a hand. She put it gently on the cheek of the silver-haired man, who winced briefly at the touch.
"What do you fear, Maximillion?" she asked softly and leaned forward so that she could look directly into the amber eye of the person opposite. "Do you fear me?"
Unable to speak, Pegasus just shook his head. Finally he gave himself a jerk and carefully released his grip on the sideboard. He was afraid of waking up if he didn't cling to that dream. Could it really be that some strange turn of fate wanted to give him back his love?The silver-haired man closed his eyes in disbelief, but when he opened his eyelids again, Cecilia was still standing in front of him and smiling slightly. Her cool hand rested on his cheek. Reluctantly, Pegasus raised his and placed it on Cecilias.
Her eyes lit up briefly with joy, while the silver-haired man dared for the first time to take a closer look at his lost love.
Dressed in a green dress that looked simple, but at the same time exuded an elegance that he could not explain, her blond hair that fell in gentle waves over her shoulders, her face that resembled a porcelain figure ... Pegasus was trembling all over . She was even more beautiful than he remembered her.
“That can't be.” He never wanted to wake up from this dream, always wanted to be with her.
Weakly,