Chapter: ... and the family's answer

Chapter 2: ... and the family answer.

Here comes the second! What is left to say? I know!
Have fun while reading! ^^
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Yoko

"Don't you want to reconsider that after all? I mean, it may be that this Karl is a nice young man, but he certainly won't compete with Kiro. You have to admit that he looks really good and then his property ... mmh ... just a dream. "
My mouth opens and I stare at the door. Either my mother is in top form today and really wants to finish me off or something is wrong here. And huge. I mean, do I really want my mother to explain the advantages and disadvantages of my fiancé to me? Answer: No, I don't want to! (First, it would take hours. Second, I could only think of one word. Exactly. Cold!) Parents can be so difficult sometimes. My parents, however, are something special. Oh yes. Now I also know why I really wanted to get out of here.It's not bearable. You don't think so? Well, here are a few "Stories of a Great Life!"

I was around 14 years old. My friends and I went to the disco because we had something to celebrate: each of us had passed our exams. (We don't want to talk about me, there were just a few more points missing and I would have failed. But as I said. I keep my mouth shut!) When some had to go home, others drunk to the hospital, at some point only my friend remained and me. I tell you, it poured like buckets outside. Since I didn't feel like going home in the rain, I was allowed to stay with my boyfriend and yes, I know what you're thinking now. But no, I was quite decent. Really. At least until the police surrounded the house and were about to arrest my buddy. What did my parents have to do with it?
Actually nothing, just that THEY called the police because they hadn't heard from me for 2 hours. The whole thing then cost me 3 months of room arrest, where I could then think about what I had done wrong.Result: zero.

Do you want more? You can have it!
The next opportunity to curse my parents came a month later. I was in French class at the time. Suddenly the door opened and who came in? My dear father. Who else could do the honors. He stepped up to me and told me, in front of my entire class, of my grandma's death, probably noticed.
I like my grandma a lot. She's a little strange, but that's why she understands you best.
I was totally shocked and quickly got into the car with my father.
During the trip he told me in a very relaxed manner, as if nothing had happened and as if we were just on the way to a wonderful place, on a wonderful day and ... how do you say ... oh yes ... with wonderfully friendly people:
"Your grandmother is fine. She is alive and well as always. But there is something else you need to know ..."
And so he told me about my teacher, who supposedly had looked too deeply into the glass and, in Dad`s opinion, was not worthy to teach.He could do something to us!
This "US" was meant more like a "DIR". My father was never about others. I was always more important. It's nice to be the center of the family. But that's just unfair!

And today? You will never guess what they did again. I knock on the door, suspecting no harm, and my mother opens the door…. and tells me about my new "fiancé". No, it's not Seto, it's a certain Kiro. I know him from school and have only three words for him: snooty, arrogant, proud. When I graduated, I was with him for three weeks. I also remember exactly what I said when we broke up: "You little pervert! I'll never see you again!"

This promise was made niece by my parents, however, because Kiro was so nice to drop by when I arrived (Ohh, how happy I am ...) And so now I stand in the kitchen, making the food for this stupid show-off and will too still questioned by my mother. Great.It could have been so beautiful without Kiro. And Seto? Uh ... I mean Karl, of course, leaves me in the lurch. Oh god, if he finds out I called him Karl, he'll go nuts. But I had a good reason! I didn't want to tell my parents straight away that he owns a company. After all, my father hates businessmen, you know. Dad would never allow someone like that to marry me, especially if they can't stand wine. Seto always says that the alcohol makes him stomach too bad. Whoever believes ...
I shake my head and look at my mother, who is still staring at me.
"What did you tell me? He works for a newspaper?"
Oh dear, me and my big mouth. Hopefully Seto will play along or I'll see red.

Seto

At a different time, in a different place and with a certain "Karl":

With his blond hair covered by a perfectly fitting hat, "Karl" was rattling through the autobahn in a rusty car.He was so hot he could have undressed. (Author: I'd be for it!) Not unusual with a junk truck like that, he thought and cursed himself. How could he come up with such a stupid idea and pretend to be someone else? That was probably the height. He, Seto Kaiba, was driving down the highway in a red, rusty, smelly car. What a shame! And then this map! Where was this stupid town? Yoko had just described it to him that he had already got lost 6 times. The hope that the map would show him where it was was ever shattered when the wind struck it from his hand.
With the other he could at least prevent the collision with a truck. Braking hard, he threw the steering wheel over and wiped beads of sweat from his forehead.

>> Pink <<

"What damn shit!" He yelled as the little oval-shaped thing fell on the floor.
He stepped on the accelerator and it was done with the contact lens.That day couldn't get any worse.
Suddenly the car slowed down. The tires screeched and came to a stop. Fortunately, he could still pull it. There was smoke from all sides. Several objects, including the rearview mirror, were saying goodbye and crashing to the floor.
Seto sighed and got out of the vehicle, causing the door to fall to the floor. He opened the hood and smoke rose towards him. Coughing, he examined the damage.
"If I get my hands on Roland!" He said, more to himself than to the car. All help had come too late for this. The scrap heap would never leave again. What could he do? He had to get to this dump somehow, but how?

Yoko

Ok i am lost! Landed on a desert island with no return. How dreary. Although you can hardly say that here. The "conversation" with my mother is over and my, oh so great, fiancé is still not seen.What am I doing right now? Oh, nothing special, except that I'm sitting next to this fiancé who is not even engaged to me. At least not willingly. I'm just wondering if I haven't noticed something. ARGH! I hate this guy even more than Seto's junk typing machine. How did I deserve this?
"So, I'll leave you lovebirds alone", with these words my father lets me down. Welcome to the land of the I-am-a-million-heavy-idiot-and-inheritance-from-my-daddy. I am lost!!!
"And sweetheart? Not seen in a long time, huh?", Kiro is licking his wine glass. How disgusting! No, I will NEVER marry someone like that. He slips closer to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. What is enough is enough. I look at him with a look that should say, an inch further and you are dead! But the way Kiro is, he doesn't give a shit, and he dares to go even deeper with his hand.I think I'm crazy! It's even worse than Seto. Now you will witness my judging man-in-the-face punch. I pull out and….
"Yoko, Yoko, Yoko!"
Two small dots race towards me and before I can somehow prevent it, the two jump on the sofa and against my athletic body.
"Ouch!" I yell, which doesn't stop the two of them from wrapping their arms around me.
"Taki and Toku, get down with you guys! You hurt me."
Oh no. Oh no. I know this look and it doesn't bode well. The two of them have such innocent childish eyes that not even Seto could put on his ice gaze. And certainly not the big sister.
"But we missed you soooo."
Yes, yes, whoever believes it will be blessed. The two of them had completely DIFFERENT things to do, and I don't want to know how my beautiful bike looks now.
Still, I have to admit that I missed my brothers too. That sounds stupid now, but I missed even your stupid pranks.In addition, they saved me from Kiro, or rather said: They saved Kiro from ME.
“When is Uncle Karl coming?” The two ask and grin at each other, which in any case means the end of the world. I look skeptical and give Taki a head nut.
"Don't you dare do something to my fiancé, otherwise it'll make a difference! And you don't want your sister to examine your room, do you?"
But now they stare in horror. I can already imagine what you remember now. I'm not to be trifled with and my brothers know that best.
But someone else is staring and he is ... Right! This is Kiro.
"How? Are you engaged?"
I nod and grin at the same time. Well, you probably didn't expect that, did you? And if my fiancé knew what you were doing here, he would tear you to pieces.
“WHO IS IT?” Kiro stood up. I think it's time for my brothers to run away and let me and "Uncle Kiro" have a word."You two, could you just leave me and your" uncle "alone."
The two sighed and left the room with drooping heads. Too sweet. But now let's turn to our public enemy No. 1. I too am already standing and look unimpressed into his hazel-brown eyes.
"Are you interested in that?"
"Babe, you are mine, so that'll be clear!"
I look at him in horror. What did he call me Babe BABE? That means war!!!
"FIRST: WE'RE NOT ENGAGED AND WE WILL NEVER BE THAT! SECOND: YOU ARE INTERESTED IN A FUCKING STICK WITH WHOM I'm FUCKED TO AND WITH WHOM NOT! THIRD: WHEN DO YOU FINALLY NOTICE THAT THE GREEN JACKETS ARE OUT?"
I first stop to breathe. I don't want to suffocate. If you could see Kiro's face now, you would drop dead with laughter. He takes hold of his green and red polka dot shirt and looks at me with dilated pupils.
"You will pay for that!" He says with a dangerous undertone in his voice and turns to leave.I just raise an eyebrow. (I got it from Seto