Translation
Everthing's possible oder Nothing else matters
Chapter 5
And now I * smile * again
Hello dear people ^^
Again a short introduction and a big daaaaaaaanköschön to you and I greet Kyomi3 as a new reader * knuddlwuddl * I hope that you too will like to stay true to me * g *
This time I feel like the chapter is a little strange, but maybe you guys disagree.
Have fun,
your Moki
Chapter 5
Really explain what and why he'd done it, Seto couldn't even explain to himself. He was a little overwhelmed, but just shook his head, as if df just wanted to get all these thoughts out of his head quickly. There were things that were truly more important than something like that. He didn't need a wife, and certainly not half a child. For this part in life he had mokuba and enough on his mind.
"Now eat it, Purzel. Otherwise it will be cold," the brunette said to his younger brother with a small smile on his lips. He couldn't be angry with him anymore either.By now he had forgotten the reason for the silence, repressed some of it. It just wasn't right to mess with what little family he had left. He patted the little one gently on the head.
Just arrived at the counter, Sayuri was already on the way again. A customer asked for her and her little brother could only see her running away again. In his eyes it was inhuman anyway, what she was doing here. She always had to jump and be present, be it in the middle of the night or on her only day off of the week. Even if she had things to do beyond this work, he would hardly be surprised. He worried about her, she couldn't take it forever. Outwardly she always acted friendly and smiled unbroken. And yet he had seen her fall asleep crying a few times. That she locked herself in to shut herself up inside. Nobody could get close to her, even for him it was becoming increasingly difficult.Inwardly he sighed deeply and let his gaze wander around the room. He already knew some people, they were in this restaurant every day, but the brothers also looked familiar to him. Suddenly it dawned. That purple coat, the brown hair and the little one across from him. It couldn't be anyone else.
“Do you stop staring at people!” This statement was followed by a head blow. The boy rubbed his head, grumbling, then looked up at his sister. She really seemed to have enough energy, otherwise she would hardly want to mess with him. Or at least rebuke him, because he could hardly open his mouth in their neighborhood.
"I ... don't stare," he justified himself and wiped the cloth over the counter again. "But do you actually know who you were serving?"
"A customer," she said, exasperated. Sayuri loved such games. Always this print of her brother. That he could never speak plainly to her either. It was just howling.But instead, she preferred to wipe her forehead and a strand out of sight. "You're not giving up anyway, so just tell me ..."
"Seto and Mokuba Kaiba!"
The young woman looked at her brother, puzzled. Did she have to be able to do something with that name now? Sure, she'd heard or read it somewhere, but at the moment she had very different things going through her head than any of the guys her brother seemed to know. "Um ... and that's supposed to tell me something?"
The boy's hand clapped his own forehead. He had rarely seen anything so stupid about her, but one time is always the first time. Was she just trying to trick him again now and was it real this time? He looked again into her face, then he understood. Immediately he rummaged for his cell phone and showed it to her. "Here, look!"
"My God ... I know that thing ... I bought you", she just sighed. It was getting really too colorful for her. Her brother was a bit strange at times, but that really knocked the bottom out of the barrel.She had better things to do than play a childish guessing game with him. And what was he hanging on with these Kaibas?
"Now open your eyes!" He instructed her. "There, look. There's the Kaiba Corporation logo!"
"And I thought it was just cover decoration," she sighed. But with the next blink of an eye the penny fell. And then it occurred to her in what context she had read the name Kaiba before. Immediately she reached behind the counter for the newspaper. "Fact," she muttered softly, looking at the photo, then the brunette with his brother. There was no longer any doubt. But what was such a person looking for here? And besides, he'd asked her name. Everything was so different, she could hardly explain it.
"It finally clicked ... tell me, are you going to get me an autograph?"
"I beg your pardon? Do you still have them all? I think my hamster brigade is polishing! I'll do the devil", Sayuri scolded like a cane and went back into the kitchen.She didn't want to get involved in such a topic. And she certainly didn't want to play the errand boy for her brother.I'm still missing that!
And during the conversation between the two of them, Mokuba had meanwhile emptied his food down to the last spoon. If he had been allowed to, less than two seconds would have passed, then Mokuba would have licked the bowl. Fortunately for Seto, he was still able to remember his good manners and not embarrass him too much. He held his round belly and looked at his brother with a satisfied smile. He looked rather less like he had consumed enough, but it was difficult to force something on him. And the little one didn't want to start another argument. He was really in the mood for other things at this moment. For example, he wanted to discuss that afternoon whether they could do something together. Although he didn't really believe in it. Unfortunately, he knew Seto far too well for that, having briefly glanced at the desk earlier.The files piled up and the mass increased from day to day, no matter how much of them the company boss had removed the day before.
"So big brother, what are you doing this afternoon?"
"Me?", Seto asked again, pointing with his index finger at his own chest. "What will I do, Mokuba? I will drive you home, Roland is certainly already there, and then ... well, back to the company and prepare everything else"
"For what?" It came from the little one's mouth with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Um ... surprise?", The bigger one just grinned and took the last sip of his coffee.Cold he is disgusting, he had to realize again, but never made a face. Of caffeine, hot or cold, it had the same effect on him. And in a few years he would be so jaded that even that wouldn't do any good.
"Och menno ...", and with that the little one crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. That he achieved that Seto had to smile again, which was not intended, but still a nice side effect.If only his big brother could always be like that. Why did Mokuba keep believing that there were two different souls living in his chest? First the nice Seto, whom only he seemed to know, and then the merciless Kaiba. He could explain it. Was his big brother such a good actor? But what role did he play then, which I of him was then real?
Hello dear people ^^
Again a short introduction and a big daaaaaaaanköschön to you and I greet Kyomi3 as a new reader * knuddlwuddl * I hope that you too will like to stay true to me * g *
This time I feel like the chapter is a little strange, but maybe you guys disagree.
Have fun,
your Moki
Chapter 5
Really explain what and why he'd done it, Seto couldn't even explain to himself. He was a little overwhelmed, but just shook his head, as if df just wanted to get all these thoughts out of his head quickly. There were things that were truly more important than something like that. He didn't need a wife, and certainly not half a child. For this part in life he had mokuba and enough on his mind.
"Now eat it, Purzel. Otherwise it will be cold," the brunette said to his younger brother with a small smile on his lips. He couldn't be angry with him anymore either.By now he had forgotten the reason for the silence, repressed some of it. It just wasn't right to mess with what little family he had left. He patted the little one gently on the head.
Just arrived at the counter, Sayuri was already on the way again. A customer asked for her and her little brother could only see her running away again. In his eyes it was inhuman anyway, what she was doing here. She always had to jump and be present, be it in the middle of the night or on her only day off of the week. Even if she had things to do beyond this work, he would hardly be surprised. He worried about her, she couldn't take it forever. Outwardly she always acted friendly and smiled unbroken. And yet he had seen her fall asleep crying a few times. That she locked herself in to shut herself up inside. Nobody could get close to her, even for him it was becoming increasingly difficult.Inwardly he sighed deeply and let his gaze wander around the room. He already knew some people, they were in this restaurant every day, but the brothers also looked familiar to him. Suddenly it dawned. That purple coat, the brown hair and the little one across from him. It couldn't be anyone else.
“Do you stop staring at people!” This statement was followed by a head blow. The boy rubbed his head, grumbling, then looked up at his sister. She really seemed to have enough energy, otherwise she would hardly want to mess with him. Or at least rebuke him, because he could hardly open his mouth in their neighborhood.
"I ... don't stare," he justified himself and wiped the cloth over the counter again. "But do you actually know who you were serving?"
"A customer," she said, exasperated. Sayuri loved such games. Always this print of her brother. That he could never speak plainly to her either. It was just howling.But instead, she preferred to wipe her forehead and a strand out of sight. "You're not giving up anyway, so just tell me ..."
"Seto and Mokuba Kaiba!"
The young woman looked at her brother, puzzled. Did she have to be able to do something with that name now? Sure, she'd heard or read it somewhere, but at the moment she had very different things going through her head than any of the guys her brother seemed to know. "Um ... and that's supposed to tell me something?"
The boy's hand clapped his own forehead. He had rarely seen anything so stupid about her, but one time is always the first time. Was she just trying to trick him again now and was it real this time? He looked again into her face, then he understood. Immediately he rummaged for his cell phone and showed it to her. "Here, look!"
"My God ... I know that thing ... I bought you", she just sighed. It was getting really too colorful for her. Her brother was a bit strange at times, but that really knocked the bottom out of the barrel.She had better things to do than play a childish guessing game with him. And what was he hanging on with these Kaibas?
"Now open your eyes!" He instructed her. "There, look. There's the Kaiba Corporation logo!"
"And I thought it was just cover decoration," she sighed. But with the next blink of an eye the penny fell. And then it occurred to her in what context she had read the name Kaiba before. Immediately she reached behind the counter for the newspaper. "Fact," she muttered softly, looking at the photo, then the brunette with his brother. There was no longer any doubt. But what was such a person looking for here? And besides, he'd asked her name. Everything was so different, she could hardly explain it.
"It finally clicked ... tell me, are you going to get me an autograph?"
"I beg your pardon? Do you still have them all? I think my hamster brigade is polishing! I'll do the devil", Sayuri scolded like a cane and went back into the kitchen.She didn't want to get involved in such a topic. And she certainly didn't want to play the errand boy for her brother.I'm still missing that!
And during the conversation between the two of them, Mokuba had meanwhile emptied his food down to the last spoon. If he had been allowed to, less than two seconds would have passed, then Mokuba would have licked the bowl. Fortunately for Seto, he was still able to remember his good manners and not embarrass him too much. He held his round belly and looked at his brother with a satisfied smile. He looked rather less like he had consumed enough, but it was difficult to force something on him. And the little one didn't want to start another argument. He was really in the mood for other things at this moment. For example, he wanted to discuss that afternoon whether they could do something together. Although he didn't really believe in it. Unfortunately, he knew Seto far too well for that, having briefly glanced at the desk earlier.The files piled up and the mass increased from day to day, no matter how much of them the company boss had removed the day before.
"So big brother, what are you doing this afternoon?"
"Me?", Seto asked again, pointing with his index finger at his own chest. "What will I do, Mokuba? I will drive you home, Roland is certainly already there, and then ... well, back to the company and prepare everything else"
"For what?" It came from the little one's mouth with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Um ... surprise?", The bigger one just grinned and took the last sip of his coffee.Cold he is disgusting, he had to realize again, but never made a face. Of caffeine, hot or cold, it had the same effect on him. And in a few years he would be so jaded that even that wouldn't do any good.
"Och menno ...", and with that the little one crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. That he achieved that Seto had to smile again, which was not intended, but still a nice side effect.If only his big brother could always be like that. Why did Mokuba keep believing that there were two different souls living in his chest? First the nice Seto, whom only he seemed to know, and then the merciless Kaiba. He could explain it. Was his big brother such a good actor? But what role did he play then, which I of him was then real?