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your Moki

Chapter 6

But there was no time to think about this question any longer. Seto had already looked around after the waitress. At least in this case, the little one was hard to believe that it was because his brother wanted to pay. Of course, other reasons are also possible, but at Seto there was no such thing as a fifty-fifty chance. There was always only one cause. Inwardly the little one sighed, he wanted to stay here a little longer. But it just didn't work.Then he looked around and caught his eyes on the counter. He knew he had seen this boy before. Nevertheless, at first it was not clear to him how he knew this face from. Mokuba seemed to be thinking for a long time, but could only return to reality when Seto waved his hand in front of his face.
"How? What?", He asked surprised and looked at the brunette. He just grinned in amusement. The little one would have loved to sink into the floor in shame, something like that didn't fit into his business. And the fact that Seto had seen the whole thing really didn't make things any more pleasant.
"Alright, Purzel," he smiled gently and stood up. The waitress didn't seem to want to come. But he didn't want to be in debt somewhere. And so his feet carried him to the youth at the bar. "Tell me, young man, what do we owe?"
Completely perplexed, the boy looked at the man in front of him. He couldn't open his mouth, he'd just stutter anyway.Sure, there was nothing special about being addressed by a Kaiba, but somehow. It was just weird, Fye decided to himself and now went into hiding for a moment to get the bill.
"Otherwise you can go ahead, Mokuba," said Seto rather bored and sighed softly.Memo to me: Go to a restaurant with qualified staff, it went through his mind. And suddenly he was torn from his thoughts when he saw those orange eyes in front of him. There was the young woman again. Now even Seto seemed to need a moment to collect himself.
"That makes eleven dollars and twenty cents," she said calmly to his face. Nevertheless, she too was taken aback when she saw that the young man in front of her was not quite there. That she only had to be surrounded by idiots that day. In any case, it couldn't get any worse, that much was certain.
"The rest is for her," and with that he thrust a banknote into her hand and disappeared out the door without another word."What a rude guy", Sayuri only mumbled and was about to put the money in the purse when she saw what she was actually holding in her hand. It wasn't anything special, but she was amazed that he'd given her more than double that as a tip. She was holding a fifty-dollar bill and didn't really know what to do. Could she pocket all the tip just like that? But before she thought about it any further, Fye had the note in her hand and then stowed it in her pocket.
"Before he flies away," the boy grinned broadly and then handed his sister the amount the brothers should have paid. "So that it doesn't attract attention and now let's go," he instructed her with a friendly smile, after all someone was asking for her again. The two of them would have a nice afternoon with the money.This Kaiba doesn't seem so bad at all, and with this thought Fye went back to filing the bills so that the box office was right afterwards.Still, he couldn't get the way Seto looked at his sister. Would he get them paired up? There was no way it would be bad for her. Sayuri finally had a patron who could help her to get out of all the crap they were in these days. But he quickly dismissed this thought. If so, then his sister should confide in someone she loved too.
Meanwhile Seto closed the door behind him and started the car. Mokuba sat grinning next to him, but it wasn't the usual expression, it was much more than the little one thought he had seen through him. But what please?
Shaking his head, Seto turned the key and started the engine. With another hand movement, he buckled up and drove off slowly. The grinning face next to him still didn't give way. At the moment, the young head of the company felt really screwed up.
"What's going on, Mokuba?" He asked simply, looking directly at the boy next to him.They were again at a traffic light.That things always have to switch to red when you're in a hurry, he grumbled inwardly. But at least that way he had the opportunity to look at his brother's explanation with all gestures.
"Well, you know, big brother ... you looked very interested in the service. Besides, you were even speechless. Should I start to worry?" Not quite pronouncing that sentence, he could hold his head because it had just rained a butt on him again. "Oller Brutalo ..." he mumbled quietly, but moved a little closer to the door so as not to have to call another bump his own.
"Don't be rude, Mokuba. And you know as well as I do that I can't find time in my calendar for such interpersonal things"
"Yes yes ...", the little one just sighed. "Always the same. And then afterwards you sit in the armchair on the veranda and are annoyed that you have to spend your retirement years alone."Annoyed, Seto wanted to push this topic aside, but his little brother didn't seem to have the desire to give up now. Now he had found something again to tease him with for the next few days. But as usual, Mokuba gave up quickly. Little consolation for Seto. He looked ahead again at the street. At least he didn't have to look at his brother's arrogant grin. How did the little one come up with such ideas?I have other things on my mind, the young man told himself and drove slowly down the street. He was in no more hurry if he couldn't concentrate on his work anyway. But taking the afternoon off was just as out of the question. Then at some point Mokuba would really believe that he wanted to wrap his brother around his little finger.
"Big brother ...?", Mokuba sought his brother's attention again, but was already looking at the floor. He could only imagine how angry Seto was with him again."What's bothering you, Purzel?" And with these words he stopped in front of the large villa. The only thing that struck him as strange was that two men, built like safes, seemed to be waiting for someone there. With that he switched off the engine and got out. Immediately Mokuba was back on his hand, literally pressed against his body. "It's all good," said Seto only quietly and resolutely stepped up to the two gentlemen.
"What are you searching for here?"
"We are from the Industrial Illusions Company," said one of the men, showing his ID at the same time. "They said we would find you here"
The company manager nodded unconsciously and instructed the two gentlemen to come with him. He continued to hold his brother by the hand as if he could feel that he was gripped by a certain fear.
"Big brother ...", Mokuba only spoke up again when they were in the house, slowly walking up the stairs. He was hardly at ease with all of this. Otherwise everyone always went to see his brother at the company; rarely was anyone here asking for him.It all struck him as strange, he wanted the men to leave again. You shouldn't stay here any longer.
"Please sit down", with these words Seto opened the door to his room, but apologized for a moment and stood in front of the door with Mokuba. He looked down at the little one, gently stroked his hair.
"So somersault, I will certainly have a little to do here ... Roland is downstairs. Do you have a little fun with him. And if not, just call a few friends and go to them, okay?" He said calmly, however, could still see some unanswered questions in his younger brother's eyes. "I'll get you to bed tonight too, I promise," and with that he let go of him.
He got a quick kiss, then Mokuba stood alone in the hallway. The door had slammed before his nose. And again he was alone with himself.