Chapter: Two fiancés are better than one!

Chapter 6: Two Fiancés Are Better Than One!

So, chapter 6. Have fun:
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Seto
"When did you fight?", It echoed through Seto's ears and for the first time he realized what he was putting at risk. He almost lost his fiancée, and why? Because of a cheap kiss from a blonde mummy's boy? He had to admit that he really gave up. Suddenly his cell phone rang (A: They play a big role in this story, don't you think so?) Surprised, he took the little thing in his hand.

"Roland, what do you want? Don't you notice that I am in a difficult session?"
Laughter boomed from the receiver and a woman's voice replied amused:
"This is my Seto. Actually just married for work."
The amazement of the other knew no more limits.
"Martina?"
"Oh, that you still know my name, honor me.""What do you want?" Said Seto, in an icy voice.
"Are you so happy about your fiancée?"
Seto's teeth gritted and caught Mokuba's interest. The little one looked up at his brother and tried to listen to as much as possible.

"So Seto, I wanted to apologize to you. That was just a bad joke!"
"He wasn't funny though. Besides, it's too late to apologize, Martina."
The woman on the other phone screamed in horror.
"And why?"
"Do you really think I'm so incompetent? Do you think I didn't notice what was going on with Rubbert?"
Seto laughed maliciously, whereby (A: ^^) his brother looked at him suspiciously. The woman's voice spoke up furiously.
"Oh what, Ruppert is in the past! I want you back, Seto."

Yoko

Maybe I should beg Seto's forgiveness again? I quickly dismiss this thought. It wouldn't make sense anyway. Our relationship is over.Once and for all. And nevertheless. Something tells me to try again. But what if everything goes wrong again? What if I even slept with Kiro (BEURK!)? Then I would hurt Seto again and everything would start all over again. My stomach turns at the thought. I never want to see Seto suffer again. I love him too much for that.
"Hey. Are you okay?"
I look up and look into the worried face of my best friend, who immediately sits down next to me.
"What did I do wrong?" I tell her, which causes her to hug me. That's the good thing about Ann (or in her too. I've never been so sure if there's something worth mentioning). She has a sense of when the right moment is there to comfort you.
"It's my fault, too. It was always my stupid ideas that tore you and Seto apart (weren't they always YOUR ideas? -.-)"
I lean my head against her shoulder and for a few minutes we just sit there mourning our grandiose vengeance.After a while, ignoring the argument behind the door, I ask:
"What about the child? Do you have an accusation on your neck now?"
Ann nods and stares at the white wall. I can imagine what she's thinking now. How unimaginative. (My father deleted them, so please don't be surprised)
"You should talk to him," she says then.
"I've already."
"And?"
I shake my head and sigh.
"I just don't know what else to say to him."
"What to tell him? Stupid question. Of course you're sorry, that he is the greatest, best and most beautiful man in the whole universe and that you would miss him incredibly. Believe me, men like that. and that you couldn't imagine anyone else in bed. That's the most important thing! "
Oh oh. But now I'm blushing. Why does Ann always have to be so embarrassed? Who wants to know, if you please? (A: We! ^^) Now she looks like that and a big grin forms on her lips.But nothing is safe from Ann either.
"You haven't got it yet, have you?" She grins and looks at me from the side. Just wait. You get that back.

Seto

Again a malicious laugh echoed through the room and made the walls tremble. The door opened and Haishi stuck his head into his daughter's room, his gaze examining the condition of the walls.
"Can't you pull yourself together? And if you're already talking to your secret fiancé, then at least close the windows. In addition, the walls have been repainted." (A: Well ... -_-)
Of course, this statement was not ignored by a certain brown-haired woman. Surprised, she pushed her father aside and now ventured to see her fiancé.
Seto was no longer angry. Today was his bad luck day and he was sure that more mishaps would happen. So why do something about it when they're coming anyway?
Anyway, Martina was still on the phone."Seto? I have to hang up now. Well then. I'll be with you in two minutes. See you then, my teddy bear."
The cell phone clanked to the floor and lay near the cupboard.
"In two minutes?", Seto repeated incredulously, staring at Yoko. She was just looking at him with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
If only I hadn't shown her my ice view! Seto thought and swallowed.
"What do you mean? Fiancee?"
"Yoko ... I ..."
"What you? I don't believe it. I'm sitting on the floor, feeling bad, thinking about moving away from here so that you are happy and then something like that!"
Great. Now one day had ruined his whole life. How could he explain that to her?
"Yoko, now listen to me!"
"No, now you listen to ME (A: That sounds familiar to me from somewhere ...) Goodbye. It was nice to have known you."
With these words she walked out the door, leaving behind a grinning Haishi, a disappointed Moki and a surprised Seto.He hadn't even known how well Yoko could crack down on….

Sato

A few days before:
The lifeless body fell to the ground and everyone involved looked with horror at the criminal's empty eyes.
"We finally got this unqualified bug out of the way.", Said a blond man with an unscrupulous voice.
"You shouldn't have killed him straight away.", Began another of the four hostage-takers and pointed to his dead comrade.
"He almost killed our most important hostage.", The blonde hissed and turned to Sato.
"Hello, Mr. Kaiba. I hope you have had a pleasant journey to this point. We can assure you with satisfaction that it will only be more beautiful."
Some laughed and grinned at the passengers. The blonde appeared. He eyed Sato from all sides until his eyes widened.
"Wait a moment."
He grabbed the black-haired man's hair (A: I decided on black.It is definitely the same as in the prologue.)
"Black hair?"
Suddenly something seemed to occur to him and his expression became more and more angry.
"This is not Seto Kaiba! This is some charlatan."
He threw his counterpart roughly on the floor and screamed angrily into the fearful crowd.
"How can you be so stupid? Didn't you guys realize he was wrong?"
One of his subordinates stepped out and said in a weak voice:
"No, we're sorry. He looks so much like him and we thought ..."
"YOU'RE NOT HERE TO THINK!" Yelled the blonde and grabbed Sato by the collar.
"OUT OF THE LANGUAGE, WHO ARE YOU ???"
Sato could barely breathe. Still he tried to answer.
"My ... my name is ... Sato ... Ikishi."
With a loud cry of pain, he went to the ground and waited for a reaction from the other. He seemed to think twice until a smile appeared on his face.
"Release the other passengers. We only broke this one."
"But sir ...""WHAT DID I JUST SAY?"
The criminal nodded and ushered the crowd off the train. She threw a pitiful look at Sato until they disappeared out the door. A hard blow hit him right on his head and he noticed how everything around him became blurred.

A few hours later he woke up with a huge headache. He looked around. Bare walls ran up to the ceiling, followed by a small window that was in the middle and was surrounded by bars. His limbs ached and he was too tired to straighten up. What had happened? He had been mistaken. He knew that. But with whom?
"With my brother?" He said, holding his head. It hurt. For a long time he just lay there until the door opened and a hunchback entered the poorly lit room.
"Here's the food," he said in an unfriendly tone and pushed a small bowl towards him. Then he was gone again.
"How can I get out of here?", Sato asked himself, becoming aware of the small window. If he could break it open, he would have a slim chance of escaping.
"Absurd."
Unfortunately, his height didn't really help. At 1.80, he would never reach a two-meter window. Looking for help, he looked around again. He noticed a small chair. With the last of his strength, he pushed the rickety thing to the window and shook the grille. Too bad. Would have been too good! he thought to himself and sank back on the chair. It had no sense. He would never get out of here. No matter what he tried, even if the bars looked rotten. Sato looked at the wobbling chair.
"Maybe…"
He pushed the chair aside and held on to the bars with all his strength. These could not withstand this weight for long and so this problem was a thing of the past. Freed again, he ran onto the street not far away and initially hid behind two garbage cans.The reason were two of his yesterday's hostage-takers who now made their rounds on the lookout. They disappeared around a corner and Sato saw his opportunity. He quickly jumped out from behind his hiding place and ran down a small alley.
"Hey!", Called the rough voices and ran after him.
Stitches in the side made his body difficult and his breathing got faster and faster. Soon he would have to take a break. And then they would bring him back. Into the dark cellar.
In his last few meters he met an older man. His gray hair stood tousled in every corner and his inquiring face fixed the black-haired man in front of him. With a wave of his hand he grabbed his arm and dragged him into a door, which he carefully locked and then looked out the window.

Seto

Back to our "Karl". Today they see the episode: "Do you love me or do you just love yourself?"Plato shoes strutted up to him and made "Karl" sigh. That was really a nightmare.
"Hello, my darling!" Said Martina and pressed "her Seto" (> _ <How often had he already told