no matter how sad they were, had also touched Seto's heart in a certain way.He had never seen a person who was so attached to his mother as the little guy, and over time it became Seto's guilty conscience. Mokuba never had a mother. She had died in his birth and even if Seto could still see her clearly, Mokuba could hardly remember her. Of their tenderness, their warmth, their love….
A little shyly he knocked on the brown door.
"Ayane? Are you ready?"
"Yes, I'll be right there.", Urged Seto to wait patiently, but with a constant eye on the clock.
After standing for eight minutes, he was fed up. The businessman knocked furiously on the door until the young blonde opened the door and quickly plaited a flower into her hair.
"How do I look?" She grinned up at her friend. He was almost speechless.
"Beautiful.", He managed after a moment and let his gaze wander.
Ayane was wrapped in a red evening dress, which adapted very well to her hair and accentuated her slim figure.In her blond strands he could see 13 (A: Is anyone superstitious? I_I) red roses. There was probably not a word she was describing and not lying at that moment. She was the woman he had always wanted as a little boy and whom he never thought he would get. An angel, he thought, and still couldn't believe that he might see his future wife in front of him. After all these years of suffering, was there still something worth striving for? Something that could thaw his cold heart and teach him what it meant to love? Seto inevitably shook his head and couldn't forbid the thought.
"Are you not feeling well?", Ayane asked concerned about his gesture and gently touched his cheek. How incredibly fine her fingers were. Just a dream to be touched by them. At that moment, Seto wished nothing more ardently than to make this come true ...
"No, I'm fine," he said in a calm voice and accompanied his angel to the terrace.There was already a table for the two of them, with countless candles spread out on it and the glow of which drew wide circles in the darkness.
"You're crazy.", Ayane said and snuggled up against him. The brown-haired looked confused and got nervous. Didn't she like it? Was all his work really in vain?
"Don't you like it?"
"It is wonderful…"
She leaned over and kissed him deeply. When they parted, Seto took a small box from his dinner jacket pocket and handed it to Ayane. She put a hand over her mouth.
"Isn't that ...?"
"For the girl who had the courage to take care of me and get rid of my ice cream."
With that he kissed her hand and smiled.
"Do you want?"
She fell stormily around his neck and kissed his whole face. Happy with this reaction, a smile appeared on his lips too.
Maybe he would never have to be alone again. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with a woman like that ...Tears ran down the young businessman's cheeks as he held his first and last love in his arms. His angel's body felt cold. Cold and aloof. Her gaze, as empty as he felt now, was fixed on him. There was a smell of her blood everywhere. The red stench hadn't spared even her blond strands. Slowly one tear after the other fell on the face of the beautiful woman. Now he was alone again. They had left him. He wanted to give her the most beautiful day of her life. To see her in a long, white, angelic robe had been his greatest dream. Just why? Why could it never hit him? Why are people always close by? The ones that meant the most to him? That couldn't be.
"Please ...", Seto pleaded and let the lifeless body sink to the floor.
"Please give them back to me ..."
He collapsed crying. If there was a god, why did he hate him so much? Why did he want him to lead and not recover from it?Silence spread over him and mourned he stayed with the woman he would be the only one to love ...

A year later, this experience was history for Seto Kaiba. He had never been able to forget Ayane, but now other things had come to the fore. For example his brother, who would finally come to the company. Mokuba was still going to school, but he found it a challenge to help his brother. So he was finally able to put what he had learned into practice. Last but not least, Seto had enough to do with his new affair, the only purpose of which was to keep him away from his female fans. However, this did not want to work the way the businessman imagined. On the one hand, there was the fact that he was slowly starting to develop feelings for the young journalist and he was jealous. On the other hand, YOUR affairs. (She changed the men, like her underwear and that didn't fit Seto at all.) As this problem seemed to become more and more obvious, Seto felt a serious discussion was necessary."Chikaja, I need to talk to you."
"Yes?" Came a sugar-sweet voice from the bathroom. "What is soooo important?"
"Just come to my office."
After about ten minutes the brown-haired woman had made it, sat down on the chair across from Seto and crossed her legs. She tugged a little on her shirt, so you could get a good look at her bra and looked at him with wide eyes. Seto ground his teeth.
"So why did you call me here?" The brown-haired woman asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
"Where were you yesterday, darling?"
"Oh, you know that! I went to Ren-sama to get you the job."
"Really? And how did you get it?"
Slowly Chikaja began to understand what Seto was getting at. (A: I'm sorry, she's rarely stupid ... U_U)
"You know how it is. Otherwise such a big, strong man wouldn't listen to me at all! So I had to help a little.I did it for us. "
With these words she sat down on the desk and began to play with his tie.
"You're not going to be mad at me, are you?"
She pulled him into a kiss that pulled Seto's anger out of him. This woman had something interesting.
He couldn't sleep that night. Something seemed to be robbing him of his calm. He crept quietly through the dark corridors of his villa. At night these were taken over by the moonlight and a strange atmosphere prevailed in every room. The wind swept through the corridors and whistled in Seto's ears. It started to rain slowly. Cold crept up Seto's calves and wrapped himself around his chest so that he pulled his pajamas tighter around his shoulders. I should go back to bed, he thought, but he immediately dismissed that thought. He wouldn't be able to sleep anyway.
Suddenly his ears heard loud sighs. It was definitely coming from the back hall. Seto moved closer so he could identify the voices.It was his girlfriend Chikaja. Should she really be back?
He ran across the wet stones of the little courtyard. The rain dripped onto his strands and his upper body pulsed with the tension. This time he would discover who dared to sleep with his girlfriend day after day and also in HIS house. Once he had the culprit, he would have to leave the country immediately.
His heart ached at the thought of seeing his chikaja with another man. Granted, they'd just been an affair at first, but Seto had a lot more feelings for the brown-haired woman. He loved her.
He came closer and closer to the furthest room. Two more minutes and he would confront her. Slowly he put his hand on the knob, the noises from inside getting louder and louder. One two Three….
Seto caught his breath. What he saw made his bowels tear apart and he felt sick. In front of him was a large, blood-red bed on which Chikaja and the person he trusted most lay."Seto, it's not what you think!", Mokuba said and pressed the blanket to his abdomen. Chikaja was frozen with shock and pressed even more into the pillow.
"You do not understand!"
Seto's patience broke. He had never been so disappointed. With quick steps he reached his brother and lifted him by the throat. Mokuba croaked and Chikaja fearfully put a hand over her mouth. She had never seen the brown-haired man so angry.
"YOU MUCKBURT!", Seto yelled at his brother and threw him against the wall. Mokuba shuddered, but Seto took it again. The desire to kill a man had never been stronger in him. To see someone other than him suffer. His own brother had inevitably made it clear to him with this action that he had only stayed with him because Seto had money. Money to do what Mokuba would probably never achieve. With all his might he dragged his relative outside by the hair and threw him into the courtyard."Get out of here."
He felt a pang go through his heart when he saw his brother lying there. He rubbed his head and stared up at him. As if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. (No wonder, Seto could hardly believe it himself.) Now it was Chikaja's turn. The blonde had dressed quickly and was tapping a phone frantically. Seto recognized the police number on the display. When she saw him, she took a step back and looked anxiously at the businessman. She lowered the phone and bit her upper lip.
"Pack your things and leave.", Seto said in a serious voice and left the room.
When he got to his office, he locked the door. Tears kept flowing down his cheeks and emptiness filled his eyes. How much he wished for love, but apparently there was no one to give it to him. Not even mokuba. He felt alone, as alone as he had never felt in his life.With the last of his strength, he took off his top and threw it carelessly into a corner. His gaze fell on the knife five meters away. Slowly he pulled it into his hand, checked the handle, and let it tear his chest apart. Blood spurted across the room as a large red gash appeared on his torso, growing deeper and more painful with every movement of the knife. A scream pierced the office. Seto gasped. His body pulsed. He ran one hand along the wound until his palm was covered in blood.
What is so different about my blood that people let me suffer like that? I don't want it anymore! Should I watch the rest of my life be abandoned?
At that moment there was a knock on the ebony door. Without paying attention, Seto waited for the one to enter. A man