Chapter 1: I can't think of anything yet ^^ °

* sneak in *
* look around *
ah, I already know my way around here ^. ^
Today I'm here with something new * laughs * That was a very spontaneous idea ... but I made up my mind to write it down ^^
So, I would always be happy about opinions about this FF or criticism or comments ^. ^
And anyone who might have a suggestion for the name of this chapter would be very welcome! ^ - ^ °
But now have fun reading ^. ^

Chapter 1

[i]"Get out of here, little one, you don't belong here!"
"Let me through immediately, otherwise you'll be fired faster than you can pronounce your name!"
"What then, such a little boy wants to threaten me? Get out of here, or I'll pull your mutton legs out!"
The little boy was brutally grabbed by the collar and pulled up into the air. Two resounding slaps threw his head back.
"I, I'm Seto Kaiba!"
"Yes, of course! And I'm the Sheikh of Arabia! Get out of here! I'm not warning you again!"
A quick throw, and Seto Kaiba landed roughly in front of the highly secured entrance door of the Kaiba Corporation."But..."
Seto still couldn't believe it. He really was downgraded to the size of a preschooler! And everyone seemed to see it in such a way that the little boy with the big blue eyes couldn't possibly be the real Seto Kaiba, even if he was apparently missing.
"You will be sorry for that! I will show you that I am the real Seto Kaiba, and not some little boy who ran around!", Seto shouted through clenched teeth and clenched his fists in helpless anger.
"Yes yes, go home to mom!"
"Snout!"
"Get out of here, or should I really help you out?"
"If you touch me again, you will be dead!"
Now it was the big black-haired man's turn to clench his fists. How dare such a pushy little dwarf annoy him like that?
"I'll give you one last chance! I don't care to hurt you, but if you rob me of my nerves like that, I guarantee nothing, no matter if you are a small child or an adult!""Try it!", Seto snorted disparagingly and spat at the man's feet. But he shouldn't have done that, because the next moment, faster than he could react, he was yanked up again, this time by the hair, and dragged into a small, secluded back alley.
Seto screamed, but it didn't help. Fear paralyzed him, the fear of being defenseless and at the mercy. He had never been in such a position before. He was roughly released and began to whimper softly.
"You little toad! Now you whimper, knowing that you have spat too big noises, don't you? But that will teach you not to open your mouth that wide!", The man sneered and laughed at the boy.
A kick in the ribs put an end to the whimper, turning it into a wheezing of pain.
The man was obviously enjoying tormenting the child. Again and again he kicked, every kick was harder and more brutal. He seemed to take delight in the low screams."Hey! Stop it now!"
Surprised, the man turned around, briefly let go of his victim, who had curled up into a ball and no longer moved.
"What? What do you want, brat?"
"Just for information, you don't hit small children, didn't your mom teach you that? Leave him alone right now, otherwise you'll have to deal with me!"
"Haha! Seldom laughed like that, kid! The kid deserves it no other way! Besides, what do you care about such a dirty diaper?"
“Nothing really, but I can't let you torment the innocent!” Now the voice sounded more authoritarian, more angry.

The little boy opened his eyes cautiously, but immediately screwed them together again when something red blurred his field of vision and he was shocked to see that it was blood. Apparently he had a laceration on his forehead, which, strangely enough, he couldn't feel at all. Either the pain was too bad for him to grasp at once, or the shock was too great."Joey, what's going on here?", Suddenly another person interfered, and now Seto managed to lift his head and saw who was trying to help him there.
Oh dear ... if he didn't know that blonde, flea-covered mane of hair, and those chocolate-brown eyes! That was definitely Wheeler! That was what he was missing now.
|| But, but, Seto, this 'wheeler' is trying to save your skin right now, so shut up and don't complain! Because he has a strong protective instinct, you know that! ||, suddenly a low, sneering voice rang out in Seto's head and the boy sighed softly. How he loved his dear conscience!
//Snout! I still can't use the guy! Why he of all people? //
|| Because he has a strong protective instinct, you know that! ||
// Hmmm ... well, if he gets me out of here safe, I owe him something! //
"Tristan? Hey, you come in handy! This guy is beating up a little boy!Are we going to let him get away with this? "
"What? Of course not, what do you think of me?" Grinned the brown-haired man and clenched his fists belligerently. Joey laughed in agreement.
"Well, you disgusting package, I suggest you get out of it, otherwise we will turn you into kindling!"
The man wrinkled his nose in contempt. But he seemed to see that he was no match for an outnumbered man and quickly left the field.
Joey puffed and looked after him.
"Hey, little one, are you all right?" Tristan was just asking, who had knelt next to the child and was looking at him worriedly.
"L, let go of me, you rough ... baboon! I, I need k, no help!", Seto growled unfriendly and slowly tried to lift himself up, but slumped weakly in Tristan's arms.
"Hey, not so unfriendly, yes? We just saved you, if I remember correctly!" Tristan said, offended, but insisted on slowly and carefully lifting Seto so that he was finally leaning against him.But the little boy now had no air for insults, his face twisted painfully, he breathed heavily and rattling.
"You don't look good at all ... the guy beat you up a lot!", Joey said and frowned.
A little confused, Joey looked at the boy, and couldn't prevent his eyebrows from rising.
Accurately trimmed dark brown hair, big blue eyes with an icy, dismissive look that reminded him a lot of Seto Kaiba, and otherwise he was like any other child. Certainly no older than seven or eight. A small laceration on the forehead covered the left half of his face with a thin stream of red blood, which made him look kind of brutal and did not match his childish appearance at all.
"What's your name anyway, kid?"
"Call ... me again little one, u, and I'll finish you!" The blue-eyed man gasped angrily and held his side.
"It's okay, okay, sorry, I didn't mean it!So what's your name now? "
"Seto Kaiba!"
"...?" Joey and Tristan looked at each other in silence. Both of them drew their eyebrows together in a deep, dangerous V, shook their heads.
"Hey, no games, or we'll just leave you here! Tell me your name and where you live!" Now Joey was clearly annoyed, his voice sounded warning.
Seto thought about what to say in a flash. Nobody really believed him that he was Seto Kaiba, although he had some pertinent evidence, but now he wasn't able to bring it up, so he decided to play something for the mutt for now.
"My ... my name is Se, uh Sato! I don't have a family ...", Seto said contrite and patted himself on the shoulder inwardly. That was well acted.
"What? You have no family? But where do you live?"
"Time here, there ...", said the little one bored and sighed. Slowly the pain subsided a little, but he still had a bit of breathing difficulties."Hm ... that's bad! I suggest you come with me for the time being, as long as you are still not healthy! I'll take care of you!"
"Well, Joey, don't you know that small children are not allowed to go along with strangers like that?" Grinned Tristan, but Seto / Sato was not in the mood for such games at all.
Slowly he pushed himself up, panting heavily.
"Hey, don't overwork, Sato! You're hurt!", Joey immediately tried to get him to sit down again, but this time little Seto Kaiba wouldn't let himself be softened.
"Shut up, mutt! I, I know myself ... what I can expect!" He snapped back immediately, and took two steps forward. But no sooner had he managed that his legs gave out and he collapsed unconscious.