Invidia (50%)

Meaning of the title: envy
So, the first part of the second chapter is here. I hope you continue to have fun:
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Was my time up? Could I really not resist this boy's thought work? Had I become vulnerable? No way!
For centuries I had been experimenting with the useless souls entrusted to me; like a stubborn disease my web of wickedness spread in her cells ... I had laboriously fought for my craft ... even before the boy was born.
I had attacked the earth like a mushroom, it was soaked in pure gold: those sufferings which I had given up selflessly only so that the existence of man could turn to a meaning.
What else should he live for, I ask you? For what if not for those moments?

My two friends had just reached the open door to Kaiba's apartment. Bare walls let the viewer's wishes burn out, while they merged with the ailing stone floor to form a real social facility. The man could have bought better. As an employee of the police institution that was born out of boredom, his bags were full of surplus talers that were just waiting to be used.
But he appreciated my work more, you see? God knows, I don't make everyone happy with such a wealth of pleasures. Kaiba was used to luxury in this regard! The furnishing of his apartment could also be related to his state of mind: the years of toiling had been worth it and the boy should imitate me first.
However, I have to admit that at that moment I could only treat him with pure envy. He was the target of my addiction to answer. Where was the enjoyment that I missed?
"Sit down. And woe to you if you stain anything with your dirty paws."
Oh, my dear Kaiba. He just knew best how to put his secretly cherished tenderness into words.
"I'm only staying here one night anyway, you lying refrigerator cleaner."
[i]And how did the boy return this kindness? With nothing but ingratitude. Disinterest wrapped around his eyes, his muscles relaxed, slowly forming a grimace, permeated with equality. He mocked me. He dared to mess with me.
A moment passed in which I reconsidered my strategy. I was a few steps away from ending this farce, accelerating the hustle and bustle of events, in order to finally let myself slide. But I didn't. The boy made me too curious ... I was too ventured of his kind.
He had taken possession of me and suddenly I counted myself in a person's inventory. My actions no longer obeyed me, because I only reacted to my surprise and at the same time to his actions.In retrospect, I think that's why I initially remained irrelevant.
"You were gone a long time, honey. The puree is already cold."
[i]Yes, he had been gone a long time. Kaiba nodded just to put that statement aside. He had always wasted little interest in trivialities. The deep purple iris saw the boy.
"Ah, so we have a guest."

[i]He was my ace, a little fact the boy didn't consider. Draco noticed his tactically used pricks, but his brilliance escaped him. My brilliance.

Playing an illusion on Kaiba had been easy. The blind addiction to love that this man felt fell victim to the slightest seduction like the little fish to bait.
So I always seemed a step ahead; the task itself was not appropriate for a genius like me.
Yet Yami contained my salvation. An energetic, good-natured fool, always ready to save the world from its never-ending misery, finally got me to my destination.
He was different from Kaiba. Unlike any young person I had met before. His world consisted only of positive events, too primitive to be mentioned here. It was ruled by good-natured boredom, by insane personalities who literally begged to nullify an outrage. He might call them "good", to me they were just non-existent, irrelevant.
Everyone was too complex to appear positively. They all had flaws, they were all insidious. But Yami didn't understand. It made me all the more delighted how he got to Kaiba ...

The three sat at the kitchen table, the passing trains were reflected in the window behind them, and there was a stove on the wall in front of them. Something of what had been cooked had been put in front of the boy's nose. His lips became unusually thin, didn't even open to eat. The eyes didn't seem to know any other destination than Yami. First directed at his waist, they scurried to the lean muscles of the face and the smiling pair of lips.
"That your desperation really drives you to take Yami as a friend, I wouldn't even have believed you."
[i]Mmmh ... maybe I had given up on the boy too soon after all, let myself be impressed by his charade. In the end, had he only proceeded by means of delight? Did he enjoy Kaiba's protracted torment?
Narrow fingers, bitten by reddening, seized Kaiba's shoulder, saving him from another argument with his son. Then came a soft, melodic voice.
"I missed you very much, Draco. I've asked Seto a long time to get in touch with you again."
[i]Draco smiled and a trace of madness entered his eyes. He licked his upper lip with relish, as if it had taken on the taste of the most delicious dish. Tightening his eyelids, he let the whites of his eyes dominate, taking almost all color from his iris.So he challenged me. Well ... I would obey this one more time.
"I hope we will put our differences out of the way."
"Oh yes, I've waited a long time for this. But now we will finally have enough time?"
[i]The boy suddenly changed his strategy. He probably wanted to convince Kaiba, but with Yami he seemed more cautious, using his words carefully so as not to fall into my traps. Like a sleek cat that now faced the dog and cunningly exposed him to deception.
He wanted to make it look like he'd forgiven Yami ... like forgiving me.
But he did not consider that there was a lack of forgiveness in a god. Humans could not master this wickedness, would not be able to lick blood-smeared hands. Excuse me if my choice of words, rich in images, brings me closer to religion again, but I have known the human race since I lived. I exist through them.
But let's stop this palaver, I'm just disrupting the action.
So the boy understood who Yami was and acted accordingly. However, this also showed that he was not yet giving up on his father. At least not as a whole.
It was now up to Kaiba to destroy his hopes and I knew that a callous egoist could be trusted.
"What is this fuss about? Do you want to make me know you have changed? No, you mean bacilli, I am aware of what you are trying to achieve and I do not expect to trust you now."
[i]The boy turned to his father. Time seemed on his side, if Yami just didn't understand.
"I don't understand what you mean. In my opinion, we should really start over. That was Yami's suggestion."
Don't you think I was right? The boy had planned very well in advance. After all the events - all the pain - he played an angel of innocence lacking in memory, no vengeance, no past.
He faced his mother's murderer. A man who had pulled his world out of the idyll and destroyed it with a single act, armed with all moral traits. Like the fire, he left the boy with nothing, took away his broken father himself. Yet should Draco have learned to forgive by now?