deep shock, but fortunately he seemed so concerned with his actto be busy so that he didn't notice me. I left it imperceptibly
Room and when I was outside I was drenched in sweat and breathless. I remember
the way someone spoke to me, asked me if I was okay, mine
The answer was a quick nod. I felt awful like I had
Fever, in his office I tried to calm down first. Luckily
Mokuba had already been driven home because I no longer had him
can look into the small, round face.

Anger or sadness - either or both of these feelings rose up in me as I did
went to the window. But I especially felt a lack of understanding. Why?
How so? Why? I couldn't contain myself.

For whatever reason, young Kaiba, you always stand by this window and look
outwards? Is it the longing that I saw in your eyes?
Do you wish to be free, like a bird that glides over this city and
pulls with the wind? A bird that spreads its springy wings and theEnjoy freedom of life? Tell me, young Kaiba. I want the answer
hear from your mouth while looking into your eyes.

So that, so that was his secret. But I was that stupid too. I have
really believed this poor little thing can run a business all by itself
manage without suffering psychological and physical damage? He is not
strong, he is weak, which is also very understandable in his situation. He
is lonely, hurt and never had the opportunity to childhood
enjoy and enjoy life. I realized that he only lives
because he thinks it's an order. He thinks he has to live, he has to do something
achieve, he must give and must not take. "

I grit my teeth. Granted, it's not exactly a release
to write about the matter. However, my fingers continue to type as if in a trance
around on the keyboard and are ready to read the text to the bitter end
to complete."Two weeks after that incident, I talked to my wife about - how I should
used to call - the thing. She was the first and only to find out about it, and
at first she was just as stunned as I was. "The poor boy...",
she muttered sympathetically, "He didn't deserve this." I was the same
Opinion.

I never told my boss that I knew about this. And so
two months passed. Nobody but me noticed that he was always after
had mysteriously disappeared into the toilet every evening, terribly pale
and was exhausted, very different from the time before. It was hard for me to
sharing his secret, and it was even harder for me to face him
watch. If I did, I felt like he knew I was helping him
had discovered the matter.

Then, it was today, I went to work early again. My boss too
was present, and he did his work with freshness and vigor. I helped him
however, let eye contact as best you could, and it seemed to catch his eye."Are you not feeling?" He had asked me at noon, and I had
replied: "I have a little headache, nothing else." It occurred to me
strange that he should ask how I was feeling. Did he suspect something?
Did he know something? These questions tormented me again and again until the afternoon turned
nearing its end. It was six o'clock ... and I went to the bathroom.

There was an error. Because once again I discovered my boss and his secret.
I hadn't seen it since the first time and so was mine in this one
Moment again aware of how cruel his act was. Again he didn't have me
noticed even though we were only a few meters apart. And suddenly struck
my pent-up bewilderment and grief turned into anger. I could not do it
as much as I wanted to. I took out ...

... and struck with all the strength that the anger had aroused in me.

The palm of my hand shot against his cheek, giving him a juicy one
Slap. At that moment time seemed to have stopped.We both
didn't move and while the anger built up in me slowly faded,
he stared at the white wall of the room. His cheek was flushed, and it wasn't
too short. I realized what I had done and left my rash reaction
to review again. Suddenly I was sorry ... I think it was him
Instinct from a father who made me act like this. Yes, exactly ... In
At that moment Seto was like my son to me ...

I regretted what I did. I would have loved to hug him now. At the
I would have loved to drag him outside with me and yell at everyone who
Let him bear the burden of the company and said that he was inexhaustible
and was an all-rounder. I would have loved to take him home now
and let him rest there. I would love to have the beauty of him now
World and life shown. I would love to have him on my lap now
pulled and kept silent with him.

He couldn't do everything.He was weak and tired from all the exertion,
that oppressed him. Don't you understand?

By god he was a kid !!!

I just remember running out of the room and just leaving him alone
would have. A black-out blocks my memory of what happened next. I
I only remember the scene again that same evening when I was without
Knocking entered his office. He sat slumped at his desk, pale,
tired, emotionless, didn't even look at me. His cheek was flushed and
slightly swollen, he hadn't had her treated. I stepped cautiously
to him and pushed the documents and files on his table to one side,
put him a plate of hot soup instead. I had it for him
prepared, because I was definitely not the only one who has been with us
unsightly encounter in the toilet did not feel comfortable. "Eat." Demanded
I quietly open him up and when he said nothing, "It will be good for you."I
spoke almost in a whisper, wanted to make up with him, didn't want him
put under pressure. He didn't touch the food. His gaze remained
expressionless. Then I kneeled down so that our eyes were level
were. I noticed he was trembling. "I'm sorry ..." I whispered and
swallowed. When he still didn't move, I felt sick. I was fine
not about my job, and if at least he had said that he would fire me
I would have been happy. But he said nothing. Nothing at all.

It hurt to see him like that. And I felt guilty. If i have him
Hadn't interrupted his act, he wouldn't be so depressed now
been. I sighed in resignation and got up. Maybe it was best
to leave him alone. Maybe then he calmed down. Maybe he got
but hungry and would eat the soup. Maybe...

I don't know what he did after I stormed out of the bathroom.But the way I met him in his office, it seemed to me that he had the rest
thrown his tattered will to live in the toilet and
washed down. "

I pour the rest of the mineral water in the bottle into my glass and drink
it out, take one last, scrutinizing look at the now completed
Text as my boss does at work. I press the cross
above the screen to close the unsaved document and open the
Make text disappear as if it never existed. But then it falls
me something else. I go back to the beginning of the text and click
on the "WortArt" symbol. I'll create a big headline in black in the
Middle over my text.

"His secret."

Then I finally close the document and bypass the message that sent me
asks to save what has been written. I shut down the computer and
look out the window. The sun has almost gone. I'm changing andput me in bed. One more time I let my eyes look at the sun behind the
Skyscrapers dominoes roam.

She and I have one thing in common: we both have to get up early in the morning and
Go to bed late after a busy day to get strength for the new morning
to scoop.

...

One should always keep in mind: He is a person and not a machine.

END OF THIS FANFICTION

(Author's note: I leave it to them what exactly Seto Kaiba's secret was
Imagination of readers. Myself, I had come up with something specific while
I wrote this story.)

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