Translation
Fanfic: Behind
Subtitle: nichts ist, wie es scheint - und doch genau so
Chapter: For the king his clothes, for the kaiba his head of hair
hey dear ones ^^
Finally summer holidays xD My page is almost finished, the ideas back and so here is the next chapter of Behind ^^
I hope that you will like that too and that you leave me some criticism, praise or something else ^^
Mhh ... one more thing about Joey: He has enough to eat, but not as much as normal, in other words full of a refrigerator, biscuits and the like, but he won't die of hunger at work or at school - it was kind of wrong understood ^^ "
Then the dedication still xD I dedicate this to all who read this FF, write a Commi, have written or will write * hopefully *, as well as Mira and Ruki
Enough talk, let's go:
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For the king his clothes, for the Kaiba his head of hair
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“Damn it!” Seto Kaiba overslept. Oversleep! That didn't happen to a Seto Kaiba! He jumped out of bed and hurried one door down into the bathroom. It's a miracle that the mirror didn't shatter. A quick look in the mirror in front of him was enough.SO he would not leave the room or the house! His hair was a complete disaster. He looked like he had a perm. He, a boy, Seto Kaiba, richest man in Japan, young entrepreneur! Panic spread through him. What if someone saw him like this. That would be his downfall! Nobody would take him again. What now?! Flavio, his hairdresser! The brunette stormed out of the bathroom. Where was the phone ?! He looked around searching. On the bedside table? No. On the table in the sitting area? No. Oh yes - he had given it for repair after it had fallen or after he had thrown it on the floor out of anger because someone kept calling him at night. At least he had his peace and quiet at night. His mobile! Where did he leave it? Again he searched his room. Nothing. He sat down on one of the leather armchairs. Sighing, he put his chin on his fist. In the coat pocket of his coat and it was hanging in the lobby on the other side of the villa.What now?! Lock up in the room and pretend to be sick. Mokuba would call a doctor immediately, however. Who knows what his big brother had? So it didn't work. The leader rubbed his hair. Someone apparently had something against him today. Yet he never had[achja? oO "?]Done something to someone. Well, maybe his business partners and opponents[we're getting closer to the matter ... -. -], maybe also his servants, because of the low wages - but no one else. Except maybe also his "classmates", the kindergarten and the mutt. But it was their own fault, they wanted to. In the meantime, the young entrepreneur was back in the bathroom and almost wanted the mirror to break, which this one did luckily (or bad luck, depending on your point of view) did not. Instead Seto had to look at his worst nightmare in the form of his hair, it would burst! This favor was logically not done to the tortured boy and so his gaze was everywhere but not in front of him in the mirror.On his 'wandering' through the small[in whose circumstances? oO]Bathroom, he scanned the small shelves over, on and under the washbasin in front of which he was standing. A moment later, his gaze shot again from his, not so graceful today, sight back to the sideboard to the left of him. Was that really what he believed? Was it really ... HAIR GEL ?! One firm squeeze on the plastic tube and he had a large, cold blob of gel on the palm of his hand. With a wave of his hand he spread it on his head, hoping to be able to tame his hair. But far from it. Due to a wrong movement on the part of Seto, his hair was now even more messy than before, and the gel had become hard in the meantime. Seto put a hand on his head and his suspicion was confirmed: his hair was rock hard.
Joey was surprised that Kaiba wasn't there, but he didn't really want to see him either. Since yesterday his friends, that is Tristan, Tea and Bakura, were giving him extremely strange looks.Only Yugi still seemed normal. What did they suddenly have? They looked at him as if he had a relationship with the devil and that had become public[he's not completely wrong xD Although the devil probably belongs to the "somewhat" wrong element oO]. The blonde looked out of the window, which meant he was trying. Tea caught his eye. That look again. What the heck did he do ?! It was a break, the second lesson ended more or less successfully. Joey got up, moved his limbs two tables and stopped in front of the teas. "So ...?" She looked at him questioningly. “Come on, now I want to know what you've all got.” “We have what?” “Don't pretend. Your looks say more than enough!” He sometimes really thought his friends were as stupid as they were. And they were all in high school here - so real! "Well - well ..." Her friend looked down at her expectantly. "Yesterday ..." "Mh?" "You ... Kaiba ... you were in class together .... alone and then you came out bare-chested ... with messy hair ... and only Kaiba Seconds before ... and well ... "She smiled sheepishly."And your fantasy about it ... I can guess it." He sighed. "I can calm you down. I have nothing to do with this arrogant pee, nor have I slept with him." His girlfriend looked at him with wide eyes. But the blond duelist wouldn't have had anything against it either. MOMENT! Rewind! He wouldn't mind? Was he completely stupid now ?! He desperately needed a better-paying job so his brain cells could get real nourishment and not dispense such crap. He and what want from Kaiba - NEVER! He would rather do something with his 'dear' Direx. But where was Herr von Geldsack today? Otherwise he was never late - had he ever been late? Joey couldn't remember an event of this kind and he would surely have remembered something like that. He snaked back to his seat through the tables his classmates had moved for fun and sat down. His head on the table top, his eyes closed and he was dozing off.The blonde needed a decent job with decent working hours, otherwise his grades would go down again due to the lack of sleep and he couldn't afford that.
For ten minutes now Seto Kaiba had been staring in the mirror at himself, himself and his head of hair, or at least what was still there. What should he do? He couldn't go out on the street THAT when someone saw him - unthinkable. But he couldn't stay here either. So what to do His gaze broke away from his reflection in the mirror, which was a bit tarnished today, and wandered through the tiled room, got stuck on the towels and an idea occurred to him. The hair gel's greatest enemy was water - he hoped. So he got into the shower after the clothes found their way onto the white tiles. The warm, clear water flowed down his body in small (or larger) rivulets, to finally merge with the others in the catch basin at the bottom of the shower.A shower in the morning and even the most hyper-stressed Seto kaiba felt like a new person, he should do that more often. With freshly washed hair and a white towel around his body, he faced his worst enemy: his reflection in the mirror. But that turned out differently than expected. Instead of his problem hair from before the shower and his normal hair, this was almost worse. His hair lay flat on his scalp. It almost seemed as if something was holding it down. When it didn't get better even with blow-drying, rather the opposite, the brunette put on a cap and made his way to his car. Actually it wasn't worth going to school now, but he wasn't keen on screwing up his flawless, above-average good report with a day off.
tbc.
Finally summer holidays xD My page is almost finished, the ideas back and so here is the next chapter of Behind ^^
I hope that you will like that too and that you leave me some criticism, praise or something else ^^
Mhh ... one more thing about Joey: He has enough to eat, but not as much as normal, in other words full of a refrigerator, biscuits and the like, but he won't die of hunger at work or at school - it was kind of wrong understood ^^ "
Then the dedication still xD I dedicate this to all who read this FF, write a Commi, have written or will write * hopefully *, as well as Mira and Ruki
Enough talk, let's go:
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For the king his clothes, for the Kaiba his head of hair
+++++
“Damn it!” Seto Kaiba overslept. Oversleep! That didn't happen to a Seto Kaiba! He jumped out of bed and hurried one door down into the bathroom. It's a miracle that the mirror didn't shatter. A quick look in the mirror in front of him was enough.SO he would not leave the room or the house! His hair was a complete disaster. He looked like he had a perm. He, a boy, Seto Kaiba, richest man in Japan, young entrepreneur! Panic spread through him. What if someone saw him like this. That would be his downfall! Nobody would take him again. What now?! Flavio, his hairdresser! The brunette stormed out of the bathroom. Where was the phone ?! He looked around searching. On the bedside table? No. On the table in the sitting area? No. Oh yes - he had given it for repair after it had fallen or after he had thrown it on the floor out of anger because someone kept calling him at night. At least he had his peace and quiet at night. His mobile! Where did he leave it? Again he searched his room. Nothing. He sat down on one of the leather armchairs. Sighing, he put his chin on his fist. In the coat pocket of his coat and it was hanging in the lobby on the other side of the villa.What now?! Lock up in the room and pretend to be sick. Mokuba would call a doctor immediately, however. Who knows what his big brother had? So it didn't work. The leader rubbed his hair. Someone apparently had something against him today. Yet he never had[achja? oO "?]Done something to someone. Well, maybe his business partners and opponents[we're getting closer to the matter ... -. -], maybe also his servants, because of the low wages - but no one else. Except maybe also his "classmates", the kindergarten and the mutt. But it was their own fault, they wanted to. In the meantime, the young entrepreneur was back in the bathroom and almost wanted the mirror to break, which this one did luckily (or bad luck, depending on your point of view) did not. Instead Seto had to look at his worst nightmare in the form of his hair, it would burst! This favor was logically not done to the tortured boy and so his gaze was everywhere but not in front of him in the mirror.On his 'wandering' through the small[in whose circumstances? oO]Bathroom, he scanned the small shelves over, on and under the washbasin in front of which he was standing. A moment later, his gaze shot again from his, not so graceful today, sight back to the sideboard to the left of him. Was that really what he believed? Was it really ... HAIR GEL ?! One firm squeeze on the plastic tube and he had a large, cold blob of gel on the palm of his hand. With a wave of his hand he spread it on his head, hoping to be able to tame his hair. But far from it. Due to a wrong movement on the part of Seto, his hair was now even more messy than before, and the gel had become hard in the meantime. Seto put a hand on his head and his suspicion was confirmed: his hair was rock hard.
Joey was surprised that Kaiba wasn't there, but he didn't really want to see him either. Since yesterday his friends, that is Tristan, Tea and Bakura, were giving him extremely strange looks.Only Yugi still seemed normal. What did they suddenly have? They looked at him as if he had a relationship with the devil and that had become public[he's not completely wrong xD Although the devil probably belongs to the "somewhat" wrong element oO]. The blonde looked out of the window, which meant he was trying. Tea caught his eye. That look again. What the heck did he do ?! It was a break, the second lesson ended more or less successfully. Joey got up, moved his limbs two tables and stopped in front of the teas. "So ...?" She looked at him questioningly. “Come on, now I want to know what you've all got.” “We have what?” “Don't pretend. Your looks say more than enough!” He sometimes really thought his friends were as stupid as they were. And they were all in high school here - so real! "Well - well ..." Her friend looked down at her expectantly. "Yesterday ..." "Mh?" "You ... Kaiba ... you were in class together .... alone and then you came out bare-chested ... with messy hair ... and only Kaiba Seconds before ... and well ... "She smiled sheepishly."And your fantasy about it ... I can guess it." He sighed. "I can calm you down. I have nothing to do with this arrogant pee, nor have I slept with him." His girlfriend looked at him with wide eyes. But the blond duelist wouldn't have had anything against it either. MOMENT! Rewind! He wouldn't mind? Was he completely stupid now ?! He desperately needed a better-paying job so his brain cells could get real nourishment and not dispense such crap. He and what want from Kaiba - NEVER! He would rather do something with his 'dear' Direx. But where was Herr von Geldsack today? Otherwise he was never late - had he ever been late? Joey couldn't remember an event of this kind and he would surely have remembered something like that. He snaked back to his seat through the tables his classmates had moved for fun and sat down. His head on the table top, his eyes closed and he was dozing off.The blonde needed a decent job with decent working hours, otherwise his grades would go down again due to the lack of sleep and he couldn't afford that.
For ten minutes now Seto Kaiba had been staring in the mirror at himself, himself and his head of hair, or at least what was still there. What should he do? He couldn't go out on the street THAT when someone saw him - unthinkable. But he couldn't stay here either. So what to do His gaze broke away from his reflection in the mirror, which was a bit tarnished today, and wandered through the tiled room, got stuck on the towels and an idea occurred to him. The hair gel's greatest enemy was water - he hoped. So he got into the shower after the clothes found their way onto the white tiles. The warm, clear water flowed down his body in small (or larger) rivulets, to finally merge with the others in the catch basin at the bottom of the shower.A shower in the morning and even the most hyper-stressed Seto kaiba felt like a new person, he should do that more often. With freshly washed hair and a white towel around his body, he faced his worst enemy: his reflection in the mirror. But that turned out differently than expected. Instead of his problem hair from before the shower and his normal hair, this was almost worse. His hair lay flat on his scalp. It almost seemed as if something was holding it down. When it didn't get better even with blow-drying, rather the opposite, the brunette put on a cap and made his way to his car. Actually it wasn't worth going to school now, but he wasn't keen on screwing up his flawless, above-average good report with a day off.
tbc.