The Shadow Ball

This chapter may be the only one where thng dng doesnt match the title. That is because the lead male in this story is in a "altered state of mind" and belives Anzu to be someone she's not. I do NOT own the rights to Yu-Gi-Oh! nor do I own the rights to the Brian May song "Why Don't We Try Again".

A tall, elegantly dressed man watched the dance floor with a small smile on his face a young duelist named Dinosaur Ryusaki dancing with a figure clad in a rose colored robe. He was attempting to slide his hands under the person's robe when a high heeled foot appeared from under the robes and caught him square in the crotch.

"You little BITCH, how dare you!"

The man swept his silvery hair back and strode the robed woman. He took her hand in his and pulled her away from the angry Ryusaki.

"I'm sorry, sweet angel." His voice was cultured and warm. The girl's hand trembled inspite her efforts to steady her nerves.


"I-It's okay, I know I 'm not supposed to talk, but I know you are not the intended person I'm to be with."

"That's right, sweet angel, you are not. I am here alone."

Anzu smiled to herself from behind the mask. The voice was not one she really reconized, though if she had, this person would have suffered the same fate as Ryusaki had.

"If you don't mind, can I please have your name? Mine's Anzu."

Once again, a curtian of silvery hair was swept back from the elegant face.

"You can call me Mr. Crawford."

The beat of the music changed again, and a soft rock ballad began to play. Pegasus J. Crawford led the rose robe clad Anzu out on the dance floor. He loved the way she moved against him. Her gentle movements began to bring back memories of his late wife. Almost instantly, he was lost in the fantasy that refused to die. The one where he'd hold his beloved forever.


After the storm there's the dead of night
It seems there's no way back for me
So little comfort in my little bed
To know that it had to be

Anzu smiled to herself, it was nice to dance with someone who didn't think that slow dancing required hands being shoved inside her clothes. She began to smell a familiar cologne on the air, but she ignored it as she laid her cheek on silky soft hair. She allowed a soft sigh to escape her lips.

And now I miss you in so many ways
You know I miss you for so many lonely days
Why don't we try again
In the dark there's a desert flower
It blooms when no one sees

Pegasus sighed to himself. Anzu was unlike many other women he danced with. Her small, lithe frame moved with the music as if the music itself came from her body. Only one other woman he'd ever danced with had moved like that. She was gone now, dead. Nothing could ever replace her.

Our love was stronger than history
Our love will never cease to be
How can I live with you as a memory
You hold the best part of me

And now I miss you in so many ways
You know I miss you for so many lonely days
Why don't we try again

Anzu began to feel the man she was dancing with's pain. He bent his head down and gently touched his lips to hers. A gasp of shock escaped, then she gave into the gentle kiss.

No use of me waiting by the telephone
You're gone, you ain't gonna ring

Pegasus smiled to himself, her lips even felt like hers, her surprised gasp even sounded like... He shook his head, he had to stop living in the past. He slipped his hand carefully under her robe, not to fondle her as her so called date had, but to get a better grip on her.

"You must like to touch the ones you dance with, Mr. Crawford."

"You are right, Anzu. I can feel your heart pounding. I hope I'm not offending you."

Anzu snuggled just a hair's width closer, and felt Mr. Crawford's strong and masculine body responding in every way to her movements.

"No, and if you wish to take me to the gardens, I won't object."

And now I miss you in so many ways
You know I miss you for so many lonely lonely days and nights

Pegasus lead Anzu out into the gardens, without even waiting the song to finish playing. Once outside, within the maze of hedges and benches, they could hear other couples in the throws of passion.

I know you miss me for so many lonely days
Why don't we try again
Why don't we try again
Why don't we try again


Anzu felt her heart skip a beat as the man laid he back against a cool concrete bench. Swift, soft fingers reached under the robe and undid the lacings on the dress. Anzu slipped out of it, and began to undress him.

His cool fingers slid to the warmth between her thighs, and she bucked as they slid inside her. She began to cry out as they masterfully worked her into a hot, panting beast.

Anzu flung him backwards and blindly threw off the robes. She crawled up ohis his lap and impaled herself on his waiting member. Together, they screamed at the sudden contact. Pegasus began a slow, rythmic thrusting motion. Anzu sighed happily and leaned into the motion. She could hardly wait to unmask herself and find out just who this man was. He was the most skilled lover she'd ever been with.

Pegasus moved into a quicker rythem, one that elicited sharp cries of pleasure from Anzu. He felt her warm cum running down his shaft, and onto his thighs. The tightness around him spasamed convusivly, and he felt a new rush of warm wetness rain down his shaft. This was all he needed as he made his final thrust. It was rough and animalistic. He was aware of nails biting into his shoulder and back, and a gasping sigh.

Anzu threw off the rest of her costume, and instantly felt a warm mouth clamp onto one of her breasts, and fingers working the mask over her head. The sight that greeted her first angered her, then it broke her heart.

She stared into one solitary brown eye, and a black eye patch. Silvery hair framed a finely chisiled face, exempt of any sign of age.

It was none other than Pegasus J. Crawford.



Hahaha! I wondered how to do this one, and even had a friend try to write it.. but finally I decided to do it.. Yes there will be more Pegasus/Anzu later... And to you INSEST flamers out ther... when she screwed him, She didnt think that it was HIM!