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I Know You're Out There Somewhere	By : Firewing Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3536 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12 Funny Bunny on Patrol

A/N: Pure Pegasus kawaiiness ahead! An almost, but not quite, totally pointless chapter.
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The following Saturday.
Pegasus sat on the beach; his long silver hair tied back in a black ribbon and dressed in khaki shorts with a short-sleeved white shirt unbuttoned at the neck. He stretched out his long legs and dug his toes in the sand as he silently appraised the easel before him.
The ocean view served as a backdrop, but the painting�s model shifted uneasily on a rock. Croquet was honored that Master Pegasus wanted to paint him, even if he was uncomfortable. Pegasus had caught up to him as he finished his morning run. His gray hair was a sweaty disheveled mess and his ratty T-shirt was soaked through. He was hardly in a fit state to be painted.
�Hmm�it�s done.� Pegasus declared, apparently satisfied.
Croquet got up and stretched. �May I?�
�Oh�of course, Chris.�
Croquet took his standard position at his boss� left shoulder. His jaw dropped and his clear gray eyes went wide.
�What do you think, Christopher? Should I have it hung in my study or perhaps, the dungeon? The dungeon is so drab, it could use some brightening up.� Pegasus asked dryly, only his single amber eye gave away his amusement.
�Definitely the dungeon, sir. It�ll scare the rats and potential prisoners away.� Croquet was as certain of this as he was that the lord and master of Duelist Kingdom was a lunatic, a loveable lunatic, but a lunatic all the same.
�Ouch�you hurt my feelings, Chris. I think I�ve been insulted.�
�You�ve been insulted?� Croquet stared at the painting again. The ocean view in the background, Croquet�s running shorts, T-shirt, and sunglasses were perfect in every detail, but the last time Croquet looked in a mirror he had not seen a pink cartoon rabbit looking back at him.

Pegasus tried to keep a straight face; his chuckle trapped in his throat was nearly choking him. Finally, he gave it up and surrendered to a hysterical laughing fit while lying down in the sand. Croquet flopped down beside him. He really should have seen this coming. He�d actually encouraged Pegasus� Funny Bunny obsession many years ago. Funny Bunny was only one of the many of Max�s favorite ways to abuse Croquet�s rock solid sanity. How sane can I really be, the bodyguard thought to himself, when I choose to stay and put up with his eccentricities?

Several months after Croquet�s father had become the head gardener for the Pegasus family, Max had his fifth birthday. Chris was eleven at the time. He had spent most of his short life being dragged to various third world countries by his Christian missionary parents. All the boy had ever known was poverty and tragedy. His mother�s death from malaria became the catalyst that sent his father back to modern civilization. Croquet was a simple servant�s son, quiet and serious by nature, who often accompanied his father as he went about his work.
From day one, Max had set out to corrupt the older boy and Chris was equally determined to save young Master Pegasus from himself. Truthfully, not much had changed about their relationship in the last thirty-odd years.
Chris had never had the opportunity to watch cartoons. Max had found that simply shocking and set out to rectify the matter at once. Thus, Croquet was inducted into the inane world of Funny Bunny. Max went into hysterical giggling fits that made tears stream down his face over the pink rabbit�s antics. Chris didn�t get it. He never would. Like so many other things when it came to Maximillion Pegasus, Croquet merely accepted it and life went on.
Young Maximillion was turning five and he insisted that the gardener�s son attend his party. His parents tried to gently deter him explaining that it would inappropriate to have a servant�s child at his party. Max pouted, he whined, tears filled his honey-chocolate puppy dog eyes. He defiantly put his hands on his hips and told his parents in no uncertain terms that they were unbelievably selfish and they could not possibly love their only child for if they loved him it would not matter that Chris was from a lower class, it would only matter that Max wanted him at his party. Croquet watched the whole scene from his hiding place under Max�s bed in total astonishment, awestruck that the silver-haired boy would dare to talk back to his parents.
Max�s parents, on the other hand, were quickly becoming aware that there were definite drawbacks to life with an exceptionally gifted child capable of easily outsmarting them. Master Max won that round and most of his future conflicts with his parents as well.

So Chris Croquet attended the birthday party and presented his gift. To him it seemed shabby in comparison to those of the other guests. It was a small stack of Funny Bunny comics and a Funny Bunny plushie. Much to Croquet�s mortification, young Master Pegasus made quite the scene by loudly proclaiming Chris� gift the best of all, that only the servant�s son truly understood him. And as far as Croquet knew, Pegasus still slept with that same Funny Bunny plushie.
As soon as Pegasus recovered from his attack of the giggles he grew somber. �Chris, I�m going to retire from Duel Monsters, officially at least. People seem to think that after the unfortunate conclusion of the Duelist Kingdom Tournament that I�ve gone into hiding or have become an invalid or died. There is even some speculation in certain chat rooms on the Internet that I�ve been abducted by aliens�It seems that the timing is right. I�ve simply lost interest.�
Croquet frowned. The loss of interest in the very thing that had kept Pegasus going all these years was frightening.
�Perhaps, I�ll see about buying the rights to Funny Bunny. I�ll put Industrial Illusions to work producing new comics, new cartoons and at last he�ll be mine!� Pegasus laughed a little evil laugh at his latest, greatest plot, vainly trying to reassure Croquet that all was well. The chief of security didn�t seem to be buying it. The industrial illusionist couldn�t help being disillusioned with life. �I can�t bring her back, Chris. Maybe it was always impossible. Maybe the combination of the Millennium Eye and my grief made me a little insane trying to hold on to her all these years. Everything I�ve done, everything I�ve become was for her. Somehow I find it exceedingly difficult to accept that it was all for nothing. But I have to let her go. I have to move on with my life, Chris, and I don�t know how.�
There was nothing Croquet could say, no words to comfort Pegasus in any way. Croquet squeezed Max�s shoulder hoping that through his touch he could convey his support. Pegasus reached up patted the older man�s hand accepting the gesture.
�What are you going to do about your son, Max?�
�The only father he�s ever known died just a week ago, Chris. He may not even know he was adopted. I can�t just go up to him and say, �Joseph, you�re coming home with me because I�m your daddy.� He�d hate me more than he probably already does. He needs some time to grieve. I should know.� Pegasus smiled weakly.
Croquet nodded his acceptance, his expression stoic, yet his master�s willingness to live the rest of his life as an eccentric recluse startled him more than he was willing to admit. Pegasus loved being at the center of attention, master and commander of whatever realm he happened to occupy at the time. It was obvious to the chief of security that his boss still needed time to recuperate from his long coma.
�Come now, Christopher, why so glum? We have a canvas to consider. I think it should be hung in the North Tower��
Croquet stared at him in horror. The North Tower was security headquarters. He would never hear the end of it if he didn�t convince Pegasus to put the damn thing somewhere else. Maybe the crypt? It could keep the skeletons company? �No, Sir. With all due respect, well� I doubt the men would appreciate the artistic value of �uh�� Pegasus had that look on his face, the look he always gave his parents when he was determined to have his way, the look that told Chris he was doomed. He gave up. �As you wish, Sir.�
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