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Your Moki

Chapter 9

The next time he opened his eyes the alarm clock rang. It was a disgusting noise, but that was probably why he got the device. He just got so hard out of bed in the morning, just wanted to turn over on the other side, he had already pulled the pillow over his head.But unfortunately nothing came of it, since Sayuri was already in the room. He hadn't noticed that it was the second time that the boy's alarm clock rang. That meant he was ten minutes behind his actual schedule and mostly too late at school.
"Sleepyhead, up with you!", The young woman shouted as she tore the blanket off his bed. She wasn't particularly fond of the early morning theater with her brother, but she had to go through it for better or worse. And she simply ignored the little one's mumbling and was already getting the bathroom ready for him. She had already laid out his school uniform for him that evening, smeared pasta on his toothbrush and dragged him out of bed. "Now don't be so girlish and finally watch!" She scolded him again.
"I don't know ..." then he yawned again. "Not what you always have ..." Fye rubbed her eyes. He wasn't even awake, but by then he should be doing so many things at once."Come on Kyo ...", he just mumbled and then disappeared into the small family's washroom.
A deep sigh slipped from Sayuri's throat. She loved her brother more than anything, but why couldn't he even pull himself together? Or is it better to go to bed earlier in the evening? He was raging around the whole day, so she wondered why he didn't fall into bed half dead in the evening and sleep? But instead of dealing with it any further, she made her way into the kitchen. At least she still had to make the school sandwich for him, she just packed something to drink herself. But when she opened the refrigerator, only a yawning emptiness came towards her. "Damn it", with that the door flew shut again. So this plan was already obsolete. Then she remembered the money she still had in her pocket. All that tip from yesterday. Would they have to buy something on the way?If there is enough time ...

"Big brother!" Could be heard shouting through the entire villa.Where is he?, and with that Mokuba ran down the stairs. He hadn't been in his office, nor had he been able to find his brother in the bedroom. "It won't be the company already ..." he said to himself and looked into the living room. But what he saw there made his eyes widen in surprise. How cute, he squeaked inwardly and looked over the arm of the sofa.
Seto was really lying on his stomach with the newspaper, just fell asleep. How long hadn't the brunette been seen like that? His working day was usually twenty-six hours, so there wasn't much left for sleep. How much did he sleep that night? Hopefully enough. And with that the little one padded out of the room on tiptoe. He went into the kitchen because he was hungry. "Somewhere ... these things must be ..." So he grabbed a chair, shimmy up to get to the closet. Seto usually made breakfast for him or at times also Roland, he hardly needed to do much to look after himself.Nevertheless, or maybe because of that, he hoped to find the cornflakes on his own and make something to eat himself. But less than a second later he found himself on the floor with the cardboard box in hand. "Got you!" He exclaimed happily.
"And I the mess ..." one heard sighing from the background.
“Big brother ?!” Immediately the little one turned around and looked at him, smiled with his childish charm, but saw that although he had landed with the box, it was upside down and you only had the kitchen have to drizzle with milk so that one could eat from the floor. "So ... you know ..."
"It's okay ..." Seto stretched extensively and looked for the dustpan. He didn't need a housewife for something like that, he could do that quite well on his own. Especially since his little darling had disgusted all help from the house so far.The man himself is, he sighed inwardly and began to clean up the chaos.Mokuba sat regretfully next to it, but got up and disappeared into his room. He could at least get dressed once so that Seto wouldn't have any more trouble with it afterwards. He would have a lot to pack himself before she went to school. But in the same breath of that thought, something came back to his mind. He would see Fye again during recess. His big brother would surely understand when he wasn't with him. Or would he even approve of it? The little one couldn't say that exactly, but maybe it would be a little more relaxed for him. Or he could argue with Joey in peace, after all, that seemed to be a routine in the breaks.Or maybe ..., but then he heard his name again. "Be right there!"
With shuffling steps, Seto dragged himself to the door to fetch the new newspaper. He no longer needed to study yesterday's. Still, he didn't like it that he fell asleep.He should have done so much that evening. He put the blame on the negotiations, after all it had not been without effort. How would that be when he was sitting across from this Maximillion Pegasus himself? If his minions were tough, what would he be like? With a small sigh, Seto dropped into his usual place at the dining table and leafed through the daily newspaper. He was already reaching blindly for his cup of coffee. In the meantime he had also made something for the little one, he had prepared the food for school the evening before, perhaps out of intuition, so that all you had to do was pack it up.
Thank heavens Seto had just taken the cup from the table, because Mokuba was already bumping into it with his delicate body, so that everything was shaken. "Be careful," the little one could hear himself, then he was finally allowed to start eating. His stomach was already hanging in the back of his knees, he had probably eaten too little that evening.Or he had simply romped around too long and thus used up all the additional energy. Then he would even lose weight.Hey, that's something, he was happy and pushed the next spoon into his mouth.
"Tell me, Purzel ...", Seto then began without looking up from his newspaper. "What did you actually do yesterday afternoon? Roland just said that you tried to come through the back entrance. So what are you hiding from me?"
"Well big brother," he muttered with his mouth full. But when he wanted to start the next word, he was interrupted again. The usualWith more than three grams in his mouth it becomes incomprehensiblehe was allowed to listen to it. So he swallowed the chunk of cornflakes, took another sip and then looked at the newspaper. "Can't you even look at me when I'm talking to you?" He asked now, in the style of his big brother. The little one had to learn so many rules of propriety, even when dealing with his own family, so that at least one would bring it to him.Seto suppressed a sigh and folded the paper. He had already read the most important things, he would be able to find out the rest at work from Leichter. What else did he have all the manpower for? "Well, Moki, I'll look at you"
"Much better," squeaked Mokuba and began to tell like a waterfall. Truly he left no detail out. From meeting Fye, from the soccer game, and all the other things he'd been through yesterday. The feelings that had accompanied him and what he would then do this afternoon. His brother should know everything now. Seto could well know how happy the little one was.
And even if he did not expect it, a small smile appeared on the lips of the bigger one. He was happy with him. Or was he happy that this would give him some relief? No, he didn't trust his brother to do such a devious thing. If Seto was happy, which unfortunately happened far too seldom, then it was definitely meant honestly.And Mokuba found it rather inappropriate to ask about such a thing. It just wasn't right, he trusted it blindly.
"That's nice, my somersault," said Seto when he finally got the moment. "You can also imagine this Fye. I have to know who makes my little brother so at top form here."
"He goes to school with us," grinned the younger one and then emptied his bowl full of cornflakes. They would be a little late for school, but he didn't care, because now he had finally found a moment in which he could talk to his brother and they also had a topic that had not already been discussed a hundred times . Seto would come up with an excuse for his teacher, Mokuba was quite sure of that. If he wanted, his brother could wrap any woman around his finger. Then why didn't he have a girlfriend?Questionable, questionable ...
"Well, then I might still see him," and with these words Seto got up."I'll go get ready quickly, then we'll go, okay?"
"But big brother ..."
"No buts," he interrupted. "And tuck your shirt in your pants, Mokuba," he grinned again and disappeared from the kitchen.
"And put your shirt in your pants ...", Mokuba mimicked his brother, but jumped up from his seat to rectify this mistake right away, not that there would be trouble afterwards because of it. He didn't want to risk that early in the morning, and Seto looked like he was halfway in a good mood. But the little one knew exactly that it would only last until the classroom. Because it wasn't Seto who set the tone, but the timpanist across from him, although he could