Translation
Fanfic: All theses things I hate
Subtitle: was macht das Leben aus`?
Chapter: 6:30
Hey ho. so, since things are still very cheerful in my DBZ at the moment, I thought to myself I should write something not so funny. I was in the mood for it and since Yu-Gi-Oh is no longer on TV anyway, I'll just remind myself of dear Seto Kaiba. I hope I get a lot of clerks again and you like what I'm doing here again. ^^
6:30 a.m. Seto Kaiba stood tense in his room and looked out of one of the huge windows at the city. His right arm rested on the black leather armchair that stood by his side - as a support so that he would not tip over from tiredness every moment.
The computer was still buzzing in the background - it had been at work until a few minutes ago, worked like crazy all night and therefore not yet managed to turn it off - as it did every time.
A quick glance told him the time. He would have loved to just go to bed now, catch up on the sleep that he had been missing for several nights and days, but under no circumstances could he allow himself a break.In half an hour he had an important meeting with the head of Master Industries - the largest toy company in all of Europe, which was apparently interested in spreading its newly designed Duel Disk in the West.
He tore himself out of his rigidity energetically, crossed the room and finally stopped in front of the huge mirror that was housed in one of the many corners.
The white suit with the light blue shirt and the dark tie fitted him perfectly and gave the impression that despite his young age he was a serious manager and negotiating partner who knew what he wanted - namely to expand his influence.
But when he glanced at his face, he shrank back a little himself. His specifically ice-blue eyes lay in deep sockets, undermined by red edges that betrayed only too clearly how long he had been around his ears all night.
His skin was pale as chalk, little beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, his lips seemed rough and dry, which didn't exactly make him look healthy.There was no way he could trust himself with people like that. They would probably immediately declare him sick and try to calm him down by all means that he could not afford under any circumstances.
Angrily he ran to his work place - the huge oak desk on the window front, while his hands slipped into the two pockets of his suit and looked there for something small, smooth, round.
It was three tablets that brought them to light. He'd probably put it in his pocket hours ago and could use it now. He tossed it up and down in a playful way and winced in shock.
He knew the tremors he was experiencing only too well. It had haunted him every day for some time now and scared him as hell.
He looked at his hand, which shook as if it were under high voltage - unable to move or carry out another command he was giving it.
He didn't know why his body suddenly showed him these symptoms, but he wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible - they were slowly but surely driving him crazy.With great difficulty he grabbed the water bottle that was resting on the table behind him and even managed to unscrew it. Without hesitation, he grabbed the pills and tossed them in his mouth.
As the cool water ran down his throat, the feeling of gentle relief seized him - the trembling slowly stopped and was completely gone after a few minutes.
He wiped his mouth energetically with the back of his hand and looked at himself again in the mirror.
His eyes almost glowed with willpower and ambition - there was no trace of the young man to be seen, who just a few minutes ago had looked like a walking corpse and could barely stand on his feet. The tiredness had suddenly disappeared again - he was feeling better than it had been for a long time.
The medication had worked completely to his satisfaction again. He had been taking it for a few months now. They helped him cope with the work that didn’t leave him alone at night and yet didn’t let up in performance.In the beginning he got by with one tablet - now he needed 3 - was considering whether to add a fourth one - in order to feel good. He assumed it was because of his activities, which had eventually increased over time.
With a swing he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. The meeting could come.
6:30 a.m. Seto Kaiba stood tense in his room and looked out of one of the huge windows at the city. His right arm rested on the black leather armchair that stood by his side - as a support so that he would not tip over from tiredness every moment.
The computer was still buzzing in the background - it had been at work until a few minutes ago, worked like crazy all night and therefore not yet managed to turn it off - as it did every time.
A quick glance told him the time. He would have loved to just go to bed now, catch up on the sleep that he had been missing for several nights and days, but under no circumstances could he allow himself a break.In half an hour he had an important meeting with the head of Master Industries - the largest toy company in all of Europe, which was apparently interested in spreading its newly designed Duel Disk in the West.
He tore himself out of his rigidity energetically, crossed the room and finally stopped in front of the huge mirror that was housed in one of the many corners.
The white suit with the light blue shirt and the dark tie fitted him perfectly and gave the impression that despite his young age he was a serious manager and negotiating partner who knew what he wanted - namely to expand his influence.
But when he glanced at his face, he shrank back a little himself. His specifically ice-blue eyes lay in deep sockets, undermined by red edges that betrayed only too clearly how long he had been around his ears all night.
His skin was pale as chalk, little beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, his lips seemed rough and dry, which didn't exactly make him look healthy.There was no way he could trust himself with people like that. They would probably immediately declare him sick and try to calm him down by all means that he could not afford under any circumstances.
Angrily he ran to his work place - the huge oak desk on the window front, while his hands slipped into the two pockets of his suit and looked there for something small, smooth, round.
It was three tablets that brought them to light. He'd probably put it in his pocket hours ago and could use it now. He tossed it up and down in a playful way and winced in shock.
He knew the tremors he was experiencing only too well. It had haunted him every day for some time now and scared him as hell.
He looked at his hand, which shook as if it were under high voltage - unable to move or carry out another command he was giving it.
He didn't know why his body suddenly showed him these symptoms, but he wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible - they were slowly but surely driving him crazy.With great difficulty he grabbed the water bottle that was resting on the table behind him and even managed to unscrew it. Without hesitation, he grabbed the pills and tossed them in his mouth.
As the cool water ran down his throat, the feeling of gentle relief seized him - the trembling slowly stopped and was completely gone after a few minutes.
He wiped his mouth energetically with the back of his hand and looked at himself again in the mirror.
His eyes almost glowed with willpower and ambition - there was no trace of the young man to be seen, who just a few minutes ago had looked like a walking corpse and could barely stand on his feet. The tiredness had suddenly disappeared again - he was feeling better than it had been for a long time.
The medication had worked completely to his satisfaction again. He had been taking it for a few months now. They helped him cope with the work that didn’t leave him alone at night and yet didn’t let up in performance.In the beginning he got by with one tablet - now he needed 3 - was considering whether to add a fourth one - in order to feel good. He assumed it was because of his activities, which had eventually increased over time.
With a swing he opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. The meeting could come.