Chapter: The hell of loneliness ...

Chapter 4: The Hell of Solitude ...

Ok, ok, I'm late again. But most of them should already know the "innocent whistle" from me. But the cape has become a bit longer. Hope everyone who reads it, likes it too. ^ _ ^
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"What a view.", Kaiba said sarcastically and looked at the multi-story building in front of them. In his opinion, the high walls, in need of renovation, had seen better days and even the condition of the broken windows did not change his mind. Where should there be a restaurant worthy of it? After all, he had dined in the best places in the world, where it was rare to find the walls black. In any case, Christin was not deterred by this and walked towards the building.
"Women ..." Kaiba said to himself and decided to follow her. They went through a not exactly inviting, black side door and then climbed the stairs that belonged to it."And you are sure that this is a restaurant up there and not a snack bar?" He asked through the poor visibility. Christin smiled and answered, Kaiba becoming increasingly absorbed in counting the broken wall coverings:
"They'll like it."
When they got to the top, Kaiba couldn't believe what he was seeing. Speechless, he stood next to Christin, who immediately moved to the waiter and arranged a table for two for them. The entire upper floor was flooded with light from the setting sun. The whole of Tokyo could be clearly seen through the large windows, which were difficult to see from the outside. Seto scanned every window of his threatening corporate building. He could see individual points, probably his employees, who were running hastily from room to room, comparing documents.
The ambience of the restaurant didn't make a bad impression on Seto either. Held in a soft orange, it gave you the feeling of being at home.In the middle there was a splendid bouquet of flowers. Rows of white tables stretched against the faint gleam of glass.
"And? Is that appropriate to your requirements?" Asked Christin and led him to her table. Seto thought it wiser to be silent now and let her win this one. The more confident Christian she would be, the more fun it would be for him to slowly pull her apart. Bit by bit.
"As for our arrival tomorrow ..." said Christin and thus got him out of his thoughts. "... I think you will be pleased to hear that I have already taken care of an apartment. Or do you want to stay in your office?"
Seto eyed the orange-haired woman suspiciously. Nobody had ever dared address him like that. Even if it bothered him, he had to admit that this woman had charm and thus something that spoke to him. A grin ran through his lips.
"Well, I don't think I'll need one."The young businesswoman looked puzzled at her "colleague".
"I'm afraid I can't quite follow them."
"You said earlier that we should get a little more personal, didn't you?"
Christin made a terrible guess. Did he want ...?
"You don't want to ...?", She said her thoughts out loud and waited for his reaction. Kaiba grinned and continued:
"I've already taken care of it. Everything has been agreed."
And that disgusting grin again, thought Christin, and the wide eyes still showed her surprise and at the same time her incomprehension. Working with him was one thing, but living with him was another! Now that they had kissed and that feeling in her stomach just didn't want to go away. Christin sighed. Perhaps her plan would not go as easily as she had initially thought ...

In the meantime, less than three miles away, loud music was booming as anyone entered a small disco.Close-knit couples danced on the wide dance floor and loudly celebrated their graduation. Some of them wore white or yellow T-shirts with the inscription: ABI 2004 and got drunk on their success in the exams. A blue-haired boy put his arm around his best friend, who, a bit away from the festivities, was sitting at the bar and ordering one vodka after the other.
"Well, Moki? Are you okay?"
The gray-haired man pushed his friend's arm away. He didn't feel like celebrating today. His gaze went over to the black-haired girl who was talking to his girlfriend. Suddenly a boy wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed the black-haired woman tenderly on the mouth. Mokuba, who had watched this spectacle closely, darkened his gaze.
"Ahhhh! Have you fallen in love with the little one?", His friend said and grinned at Mokuba.
"I really don't know what you think about her. She's way too shy to be talked to and then that disgusting black hair ... no, thanks."Mokuba grabbed the blue-haired man by the collar.
"What did you just say?" He said in a threatening voice and looked up at him with a hateful look.
"Hey ... don't get upset right now! It was just a joke ..."
Mokuba let go of him and turned back to his glass. The blue-haired man seemed to be seriously considering (A: Can he?)
"I heard she can kid you, what dude?"
The person addressed just nodded and replied, making sure that only his friend could hear:
"How could she? Every time she does something wrong, I yell at her and thus make her even more insecure. She will never see who I really am if she only regards me as her boss. Well, Toni, I'm just not like you. "
Toni nodded without really understanding what his friend had just confided to him. (A: How can he? After all, he has 4 glasses of beer behind him!)
"Come with me.", He said and pulled Mokuba away from his vodka.Let's go back to Christin and her new employee: (A: LOL!)
"As you like, Mr. Kaiba. But don't think that we will sleep in a bed too ..."
"I'm afraid it won't be any other way, unless you want to sleep on the floor. At least that should be very healthy."
Christin looked coldly at her counterpart. What was this guy doing?
"I'd rather spend two weeks in the bathtub than next to you!"
"Do you want the menu?" The waiter interrupted their conversation and held out a card to Christin.
"No, thanks. I just lost my appetite." She managed to get up. For them this conversation was over. With angry eyes she left the restaurant and decided to take a taxi.
"Don't you at least want to eat something?" Asked the waiter again, this time referring to Kaiba.
"A glass of champagne would be just right now."
So the waiter disappeared with an angry look on his face.Seto grinned and looked back at the nearby Kaiba Corp. Building that was now enveloped in the night.

"And how do you feel?"
"Like a madman.", Mokuba said and pointed to his brown wig that his friend had put on him.
"Where did you get that from?"
"From Aldi, special offer." Mokuba rolled his eyes.
"I don't mean that. Why did you bring her with you today?"
Toni made a sad expression.
"Well, we wanted to play a real trick on old Ms. Herbert again, just like in the old days. Unfortunately, it went completely wrong."
"What happened?" Mokuba asked rather casually to turn away from his wig. Tony pointed to a red print on his arm. He had clearly made the acquaintance of a broom.
"Whatever ... Naomi won't recognize you that way."
"No, she'll just think I'm a complete failure and then I'll be able to listen to my big brother's sermon."Toni shook his head and checked again whether the wig was really in place. With one last movement, he pushed the gray-haired man in front of him, who now collided with the black-haired woman. (A: Oh, yes! I AM nasty ... Why do I always do such stupid clerks ???)
"Oh, I'm sorry," he replied, looking angrily back at his friend.
"It's okay. I was just about to leave the disco anyway.", Naomi said, a few tears streaming down her face. With quick steps she wanted to run past Mokuba, but he stopped her and asked in a stuttering voice:
"Do ... you ... maybe dance ... with me?"
Naomi seemed surprised and eyed the man in front of her more closely. Then she smiled.
"I'm sorry, I think I don't feel like dancing anymore and with a stranger ..."
"Please?" He added quickly, looking at her until the black-haired woman sighed.
"Well, nothing worse than the breakup can't happen to me today either.What's your name?"
A little uncertainly, Mokuba looked at his friend again. He hadn't even thought about that yet. What should his new page actually be called? He panicked and Naomi looked at him suspiciously.
"My name is ... uh ... Seto Kaiba." (A: Some of you might think something like: Huh? How does that work? She works in the KC, so she must know Seto Kaiba! Well, she only knows him by name and the fact that he is Mokuba's brother. In plain English: The two have never seen each other. She also works for our Moki and not for Seto. Sorry that this is only mentioned now. Without this coincidence my nasty plans wouldn't work, wouldn't Ketch? ^ __ ^)

The large, white villa shone in the moonlight and especially the small terrace was illuminated by the distant sphere. Seto had set everything up. With a last grip he pulled his blue tie a little tighter and buttoned the top button of his shirt.He had been looking forward to this evening for half a year, even if he did not admit it publicly. It would be an evening that maybe finally freed him from his suffering and thus also from the memories of the last few years, which were among the worst of his life. Kaiba sighed at this thought and again he felt the hard blows of his stepfather, just as realistically as the pain in his body with every movement of the older man. But from today this would come to an end. He checked the mirror one more time before stepping out the door with his head held high and walking to his girlfriend's room. "Ayane" was written in brightly colored letters on a small piece of paper that was stuck to the otherwise unadorned door.
"Definitely John's handwriting ..." remarked Seto with a smile. He had taken the little guy into his heart for a long time. The blonde, with his natural happiness and his urge to make other people happy,