Little Angelfish (Mako x Reader)

Chapter 4: Hidden Beneath

The next day, [Name] sat beside Pegasus, writing his biography as he told her about his personal life. He had a friend when he was young, and it was obvious; her portrait was all over the palace. And the same one, to be fair. She remembered seeing it as soon as she had walked with the men inside the palace that one day. Her name was Cecelia. He explained that when he came of age, he and her got married. "Classic. A modern Shakespearean tragedy at its finest," [Name] thought as she wrote.

She wore a simple T-shirt with a blue jacket and dark blue sweatpants. On her feet were black sneakers and white socks underneath. On one page in her book, she jotted down important notes. That's when Pegasus stopped monologuing and slapped her pencil away. It flew out of her hand and fell to the floor. "Listen, [Name], my child. I know you're trying to be organized, but I have a goal here. I intend for my biography to be completed before someone comes to my palace with all 10 of their star chips. Now ditch the planner. We must get everything in this biography," he explained.

First off, she was NOT his child. Who would call someone that?! "But... You're going too fast. I can't catch everything you tell me," [Name] said.

"Well then write faster."

Huh. That was a stupid reply. He began talking again, and she just rolled her eyes, continuing to write at her pace. It was comfortable to write at a mediocre pace, but when someone forced her to write faster, it piled more stress on her than intended. The guards around the room watched and spoke of nothing, their eyes masked by their tinted sunglasses. "So... what else do you want me to write?" [Name] asked.

"Write about the creation of Duel Monsters and its origins," Pegasus declared.

The girl sighed and flipped a page. But her hand got swatted at. [Name] pulled her hand away and gave him the lip, furrowing her eyebrows. "Write on the page you were writing on, [Name]. Remember; we're turning this into a book. Oh, and make sure your writing is legible," Pegasus ordered.

Blood boiled underneath her skin. But she exhaled and continued to write. "The first traces of what later became Duel Monsters started in Egypt. Thousands of years before, the Ancient Egyptians used sorcery to battle one another in the Shadow Games."

One of the bodyguards leaned over and eyed [Name]'s writing, only to get his foot stepped on. "Don't look yet!" she scolded.

"But Master Pegasus wants us to tell him how it's looking while you–"

"How about this? Tell him to be patient, goddammit!"

As she continued to write Pegasus's boring biography, she was forced to hear his annoying voice. Boasting about his greatness, blah blah blah. What would be nice was if she had headphones and she could write whatever sounded decent in regards to his biography. But according to Pegasus, everything had to be word for word. But as she wrote, she swore she could hear her siblings' voices in her head.

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"[Name], wake up! It's time for school!"

Her sister stood above her bed wearing her bathrobe, her hair damp from a warm shower. It was another day of listening to her friends ask if she had a lover yet. And it annoyed the crap out of her. But she hauled herself out of bed and got ready, washing her face and brushing her teeth. While she got into her school uniform, she could hear her mother and father making breakfast in the kitchen. Her brother, on the other hand, was already ready for school. "[Name], are you ready?" her mother asked.

"Coming!" [Name] replied.

She ran downstairs and hugged her parents before waving goodbye to them. School started in less than 10 minutes, and her siblings had spent last night fighting with pillows and raiding their dad's stash of coffee. The three rode their bikes to school as [Name] scolded them. "Honestly, you two. That wasn't very smart of you. Getting into Dad's stash of coffee isn't good for you. Unless you wanna stay up all night, which you did, but usually, Dad only goes there when he needs that extra burst of energy," she said.

"But we were thirsty!" [Name]'s sister complained.

"And the water would make a bunch of noise if we tried using it," her brother added.

"I swear– next time you two do it, I'll tell Dad. Then he'll have you both on restriction for a month," [Name] scolded.

The siblings looked at each other, gulping. The thought of restriction scared them; no games, no outside time with friends. Just books, homework, and more boring things. "Sis, why are we even talking about this? We have school to worry about. And our teacher is assigning a big test for us," the brother said.

"You two need to learn discipline," [Name] responded.

When the three of them got to the elementary school, [Name] waved goodbye to her brother and sister, watching them walk into the school. Now she had to get to school. [Name] took a deep breath and began peddling to school on her bike, bracing herself for when her friends started asking random questions.

...

It was shocking that Pegasus didn't wake her up from the thought of her family and the days she was forced to not live in the meantime. But, something else felt... off. That night, [Name] had finished writing two chapters. Thank goodness, because she was tired as heck. She walked to her bedroom and closed the door, only to hear the sound of glass shattering. Was there a burglary? Was someone stupid enough to break in through the windows to duel Pegasus? Did they have all of their star chips? However, those assumptions were proven wrong when [Name] heard yelling. "She isn't working hard enough!!"

It was Pegasus. But why was he... complaining so much? Was he not satisfied with her work? Yes, she assumed. He had to be. He can't be satisfied with anything. "Sir, there's no need to rush her work. She's doing all she can."

"But she has to finish it soon! Someone could be walking up those stairs tomorrow, and if I lose to that person, I'll be out of the business!" Pegasus whined.

"Calm down, Master Pegasus. We'll make sure [Name] gets your biography completed. We won't be handling food for her until she finishes 5 chapters a day. And how long do you expect this to run?"

"As long as needed. I want EVERY detail set in her paper!"

Oh... As [Name] continued to listen, she wanted to stab the man. Countless times. She clenched her fists and silently stormed to her bedroom, slowly closing the door shut. Once she shut the door, [Name] grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, half-ruining her makeup. But she didn't care. Oh, how she HATED the wealthy class! That's when she got a good idea. [Name] took her trusty pen and an extra journal that was conveniently lying around. Flipping to an empty page, she started writing.

"The wealthy class isn't my favorite. I hope that one day, I don't have to work for them again. Pegasus is already bad enough. Imagine what the others are like. But speaking for myself, I prefer the middle class. We're human. They're human. Everyone's a human if you think about it. There's no need to compare one to a wealthy person (unless it's money). If I were to work for someone, they better be in the middle class."

Time for revision. [Name] looked over her work and made sure there were no spelling errors. Thank goodness there were none. She folded the paper up and put it under her pillow, going to get into her pajamas. Out of all possible combinations, did they have to choose ones that were straight out of a fairy tale? [Name] pushed the flowing nightgown aside and chose a simple oversized shirt and sweatpants. Much better, she thought. Now that her feelings had been poured out on a piece of paper, she lay down, closing her eyes.