Ira

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Unique, how every little fluctuation goes through our body, careful to captivate the present moment and to lure us out of the monotonous gray level of life for a moment, don't you think?
Let me make my thoughts clear: Boredom embraces our lives like the ingrained tendons a raw piece of meat. What better way out could the human soul believe than in anger, greed, greed and all the other pleasures that we allow ourselves?

Don't think I couldn't understand what the boy did. On the contrary. I was its sole leader. I knew the truth too ... well, I contained the truth too, if you will.

I have to admit, however, that I would not have believed the skinny, gray-shagged boy to do this when he looked into the eyes of his blind father in the police headquarters. His expression still seemed too familiar, since his habit had overtaken him. With an annoying movement of the corner of his eye he banished every little detail of what he had felt earlier, let his colleagues inspect his father, who had now caught his breath, and couldn't utter a word. Of course, any kind of affectionate greeting would have been eyed by the stiff police officer and, under normal circumstances, would have made a youngster flush in the face.

But this situation was of a different caliber. The relationships, entangled as they were, could not simply be ignored and the feelings of past events seemed to dominate ... but I also advance with these conclusions.

"I'm glad that you finally find the time to pick up your son after 30 minutes, Kaiba. He seems to be a shy guy, if not to say not very cooperative."

Taking his boss in the corner of his eye, Kaiba left the criminal offense count on the paper, where his son's name was definitely written and nodded firmly. At that moment nothing bothered him more than the presence of this person, whom he had declared dead for his own good. The latter took a cursory glance as Kaiba used his impulsive, uncomfortable voice and chose the following words:

"I regret your inconvenience and can assure you that I will not let Draco," the name itself disgusted him, "get away with this act. I make no distinction between murderers."

We remember our detailed analysis of human pleasures, yes? I also felt a pleasant shiver when Kaiba's last word slowly lost its sound and Draco showed the desired reaction to the allegations.Pulling the corners of his mouth in a painful, yet serious grimace, and pushing back the watery eyes, the boy let his words speak for his own perceived anger.

"Who is supposed to be a murderer? I'm sitting here for repeated assault and just holding your seat free. Why don't we tell them what murder this is really about? Most of all, you should tell them the reason you will never be able to to kill your killer ... "

As I said, I remained his sole leader.
“Did the nights on the streets of Tokyo drive a flea into your brain?” Kaiba grinned maliciously. His narrow pair of lips moved more and more to his sleep-seeking eyelids, which he had opened wide at that moment. Before he began to reduce the extent of his fully modeled facial expression, he continued without looking at the boy even once.

"My wife and annoyingly also your mother are dead. Our connection only amounts to orders of the legislature. Your wish has come true. I am not accountable to you for either Ai or Violette."

In retrospect, even I thought this masquerade was superfluous. Kaiba had never realized what his son wanted to measure him by and what - ultimately - failed. For him life was nothing but monotonous pain and yet these moments had been the most intense for him. Oh yes, Ai ... my first pleasure, my first joy and at the same time ... probably my last love. Tender, how her pale skin nestled against my knife, almost tenderly how the red trail ran through her flesh. Ai ...

Almost a shame when she broke down with a gasp and I neatly placed the purple-colored Lillie between the strands of her hair. And I did not do this - God knows - for every sacrifice! I liked the blooms best, smeared with blood. This strong red, which slowly began to mix with the most intense of all floral tones in contrast to the elongated, open wound.

Maybe I have to admit that the indulgence was too much for me. Maybe I was just interested in her narrow face, which the flower gave it to another point of reference. But I reminisce again ...
Meanwhile, Draco hid his greenish-looking eyes under his short, black villi. I had always found the boy very personal, but I liked him more and more!

"You never really lost mom. You never let go of her either. Your fault is not mine, but it has blinded you. Blind to the facts and to those who ..."
Love ... uh. The boy clearly no longer deserved my favor. I was disgusted at the thought of his never uttered words. Superfluousness and above all: meaninglessness are the two terms I would have chosen to describe the repulsive term.What should a person need emotional attachments like these for? To rob yourself of the fun of the pleasures? Or maybe because he wrongly wanted to drive away his boredom? Ha!

At least the father seemed to be sane.
"You want to tell me something about guilt? And also my guilt? I beg you, haven't you pulled off this charade long enough. I'm tired of arguing with you."
"It's easier for you to judge me. Understandable."
"Aren't you doing the same?"
"But I have reasons."
"Oh, and so not me? Who do you think you are, boy?"
"At least not for my mother's murderer. You disregarded the facts because Yami was your friend. You still ignore them today because he is your husband and this time you will be to blame again. But there is no one left to die from it could, except you. "

I am revising everything that was said earlier. This boy was a plague, a product of goodness. He had actually made it into his head to save his father. Had all the loveliness previously cherished been a ruthless lie? No, I was never wrong about a person's character. He hated his father, wanted to take revenge for the useless death of his mother and infect him with his existing fears ... so he must have found a pleasure for which it was worthwhile to refuse his father the last. A genius ... smarter than the master?
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That was the first chapter. I admit it is a bit short, but I am very satisfied with the content.
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