Chapter: Earlier life? What a crap! Or not?

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Earlier life? What a crap! Or not?

Seto Kaiba, a tall, slender young man with brown hair and ice-blue eyes that looked cold and tough to most people, sat in his office in the Kaiba Corp. like every evening. The company he already ran despite his young age, he was only 18 years old and still went to school. Kaiba Corp was the leading game company in the world. Ever since Gozaburo Kaiba took him and his little brother Mokuba out of the orphanage and adopted them, he had been prepared to run this company one day.
Gozaburo had drilled him hard and trained him day and night to make a tough businessman out of him and he had succeeded so well that Seto came across hard and cold even in his free time. He didn't even have time for his little Moki back then. Even nowadays he had little time for his little brother and rarely saw him.But the most important thing was that they were fine today and that he could give his brother everything he wanted so much as a child.
Tired, he sat at his desk and worked his way through the large pile of contracts and files that were still in front of him. Normally a company manager would not care about the work that much and would rather assign it to his managing directors to check them afterwards, which would be much easier. But since his former managing directors the so-called 'Big Five' had betrayed him together with his worst adversary Pegasus J. Crawford and tried to kill him in order to get to the management of the KC himself, he trusted others even less than before. He'd rather work until he fell down every day than take that risk again. At that time they had kidnapped his little Moki and tried to blackmail him. But in the end everything went well again and he not only got his brother back, but also kept his company.It was all 2 years ago and since then he has mostly worked alone in order not to give anyone such a chance to snatch his KC, which he had built up on his own and which he had turned from an armaments company into a games company .
He rubbed his eyes irritably and just thought annoyed: // Does this shit always have to be printed so small? You only ruin your eyes and I get a headache ... // Sighing, he got up and went into the anteroom to get a fresh coffee. It was already late in the evening and his secretary had been out of work for a few hours, he was alone in the company if the security service was left out.
While he waited for his coffee to flow through, he stood at his secretary's desk and leafed through his diary. With a groan he realized that he would have a full program again tomorrow. Suddenly he turned pale as a corpse and felt dizzy, he quickly sank down on the chair that, luckily, was right next to him, otherwise he would surely have fallen on the hard floor because his legs refused to work.// Don't shit again ... // he thought more than a little irritably. Recently he had had these fainting attacks more and more and they got worse and worse. So far it had only been dizzy spells that passed after a few seconds each time but that his legs were already failing ... // Maybe I should go to a doctor and have it examined, but I don't have time for that. In addition, he will certainly only tell me that I should take it easy on myself and I can do without that. // Seto thought. He also hated doctors.
But this time his seizure was not the same as usual. He felt sick, puke, and his hands clenched on the armrests of the expensive chair. He kept his eyes squeezed together so as not to have to see the whole room rotating around him, but that didn't help much either. He felt it anyway, it felt like everything revolved around him. The black in front of his eyes got darker and darker and then suddenly he started to see asterisks.He didn't even know where up and where down was when it suddenly stopped, as quickly as it had come, as quickly as it was gone. Pale and trembling all over, he sat on the chair for a few more minutes and rested his head on his arms. // Maybe a doctor would be good this time. A neurologist or what I know ... But these seizures have to stop. It can't be that my cycle breaks down with every little thing ... //
With a shaky hand he wiped a sweaty strand of brown hair from his face and hesitantly stood up. Slowly and a little swaying he went to the coffee machine and first poured himself a nice hot coffee, which he then drank right away. A little strengthened, he made his way back to his office but didn't feel like working anymore. Instead, he shut down his PC, put the files aside and pulled on his long, white coat on which his narrow hips so skillfully accentuated and which was surely also a reason why many women and men saw him afterwards, which he only did with one disdainful look.He was far too suspicious of relationships and he didn't have time for that anyway. After he had put on his coat, informed his driver that he could pick him up and had picked out a few documents that he wanted to work through in school, he turned off the light and left his office. As soon as he came downstairs, his limousine drove around the corner and he could get in and drive home to the huge villa, which he lived alone with his brother and a few employees, where he got into bed and into one deep dreamless sleep fell.

The next morning was a beautiful, sunny Thursday morning and Seto's alarm clock rang punctually at seven thirty to wake him up for school. It's good that he only had a free period on Thursdays. So he could sleep a little longer on Thursday at least.
Still tired, he stretched himself out before crawling out of the large bed and running towards the bathroom. Like all bedrooms in the Kaiba Villa, his had its own bathroom.After all, he had more money than he could ever spend and so he could afford it. Even the servants' wing was comfortably furnished, although not quite as well as the rest of the house, of course.
After a nice cold shower he got dressed and went into the dining room where a hearty breakfast was already waiting for him. But more than the food he was interested in his coffee and his morning newspaper, both of which were already ready or lying. So he holed up behind his newspaper, sipped his coffee with relish and ate a little something before he pulled up his limousine again to be taken to school.
Once there, he was knocked over immediately. But not from one of his numerous female fans but from a slim boy with curly blond hair and chocolate brown eyes who just ran into him.
"Joey Wheeler! You brain-amputated idiot! Don't you have eyes in your head?" Seto started moaning right away.Who but Joey Wheeler would dare to run him, Seto Kaiba, over? Nobody would be so rude.
But instead of apologizing and helping Seto up, he was stunned and out of breath from his spurt on the big boss. "It's your own fault! What are you blocking my way? Have a look yourself where you are going, you brainy," said Joey. Nobody except him had the incredible cheek to insult Seto Kaiba but Joey and Seto always argued when they only saw each other. They couldn't help it. Which was sometimes quite annoying, especially for the teachers because, to make matters worse, the two fighters were in one class.
"Don't come on me so mutt. And finally get off me." Seto pushed Joey, who was about a head smaller, down from him and then got up quickly. Dusting off his coat, he stared at the blond. "Why are you here already? Are you saying you come to class on time today?" he continued to mock.Joey, who couldn't stand being insulted as a mutt or something like that, just because he wasn't as rich as Kaiba and came from the street, growled at him. "Why not. Sometimes even I come on time." Joey also got up and looked up at Seto, ready to fight.
"But only if you hurry up. Class is about to start," Seto stated with a bored look at the expensive watch on his wrist.
Almost panicking, Joey grabbed Seto's wrist and dragged him to the classroom.
"Hey. What is that supposed to mean, please let me go," yelled the surprised as he was dragged along. "Do you hear badly? You should let go of me."
But apparently Joey didn't listen to his 'master'. Only when they both arrived breathless in class did he let go of Seto's wrist. As if nothing had happened, he sat down with his friends who looked at him in surprise. Not only that Joey was on time, which was strange enough, no, he had dragged Seto after him and didn't even argue with him."What's the matter with you guys? You just said you made up?" Tea Gardner asked his best friend. For years she has been waiting patiently for Joey and Seto to admit that they were not only not enemies but also the perfect couple! The dragon and the puppy ...
"No! I don't know why I brought it with me, it was just a reflex or something, I suppose." Joey really didn't know. // His wrist is so damn thin. Does he eat enough? ... Why do I worry about Mister-I'm-too-cool-for-this-world? I don't need that at all ... // But before he could think about why he was thinking about Seto Kaiba, his archenemy, the teacher came into the class and Joey had to concentrate on the lesson. His transfer was already extremely endangered.
Seto had it better by then. Not only that his school performance was outstanding anyway because Gozaburo had trained him so hard at the time.The teachers didn't say anything if instead of working with him he unpacked his laptop and preferred to do his real work instead of learning these 'kids stuff' as he put it.
And that's exactly what he was doing now. He took some files out of his pocket and began to work through them. And as so often lately, Joey's gaze flickered to Seto instead of paying attention to what the teacher was saying up front. And this time it was a good thing because all of a sudden Seto turned pale and held on to the tabletop almost convulsively. Startled, the blonde jumped up from his chair and rushed to Seto to