Everything's possible or Nothing else matters

Headline: Sales of Kaiba Corporation doubled!
Since the takeover of Kaiba Corp. Thanks to the boy Seto Kaiba, change in the industry is unstoppable. The switch from mass production of war tools to consumer electronics pushed the company out of the red. With the previous owner Gozaburo Kaiba, and stepfather of the new entrepreneur, Seto Kaiba achieved the almost impossible. He revolutionized computer technology. Almost all devices run on electronic chips or hard drives from Kaiba Corp. ...
"How can you write such garbage ...?" The young man sighed deeply and put the document aside. Soon he couldn't hear it anymore. Everyone was constantly trying to find a good place with him, to be good friends with him. He didn't like all the hype around him, the reporters everywhere. You could say that he was used to it, he had this place here since he was ten.He was his stepfather's successor.
"What did you say, big brother?" His gaze wandered to the young black-haired man across from him at the table. A few cornflakes were hanging on his mouth again. He couldn't help but smile, it was simply impossible. And besides, he was the only one who managed to create something like that in Seto at all.
"Nothing, Mokuba ... it's okay, don't worry," he smiled gently and immediately handed him a napkin. Then the head of the company got up and went to the kitchenette. He didn't always have that much time for his little brother, it was these rare moments that both of them had come to appreciate. "What do you want on your school lunch?"
"Um ...", Mokuba scratched his head a little when he had to think. It was not an easy decision, but he couldn't keep his brother waiting too long, because he seemed to be under time pressure again."Same as yesterday," he grinned and jumped up to get his lunch box so that Seto didn't have to get upset again. It was very astonishing that he had remained calm until now. Less than two minutes later, the boy was back with his brother, handing him the box upstairs. He could see that Seto was making an effort with his food, as always, but once again caring nothing for himself.
"Tell me, big brother ... when was the last time you really ate something?"
"Mokuba ... leave the topic. Better get dressed, we have to go right away," he deflected again and disappeared into the hallway to check the bag for his brother again and to pack properly. His briefcase had been waiting in the entrance area since yesterday evening, and the company boss no longer had a school bag. There was no longer any need to write anything down, because he had had to learn everything important many years ago.Nevertheless, he thought it was right to go to school a little longer, if only as a good role model for the younger ones.
"Do you have it now?", Seto called upstairs again, as his brother had still not appeared downstairs. He was used to having to wait for him, but that was too long. They would be late for class. It might not be particularly fatal, but Mokubas was just better than anything else.
And then finally he appeared too, but Seto could only sigh.You can't even get dressed properly,he sighed inwardly and straightened the little one's clothes again. The shirt was hanging out of his pants and he didn't want to talk about the hair. But so far the little one had not been able to convince even to set foot in a hairdressing salon.
"Now stop that, big brother. You said yourself that we had to go. And now come on," and suddenly he pulled the big guy behind him by the hand, so that for a moment he really had problems on his feet to hold and not to stumble."Look, the limousine is already waiting for us"
"She does that every morning, Mokuba ..." A roll of his eyes followed this statement, but he just couldn't be angry with him. After all, that little creature was all he had left. The parents died and the stepfather now also abdicated. He stood on his own two feet and was actually quite happy that there was someone who could show him that life was not just about work, but also about family. With a smile he ruffled the young man's hair again before they got in and left the huge railing of the villa.
There were a lot of people on the street. Here and there Seto recognized faces, but he had forgotten the names. What he found worse was that he knew exactly when he had broken or formed that alliance. Who belonged to which subsidiary. He'd never been into names before, he just had too much on his mind for that. Here and there the company boss thought he saw a few people from his class.Among other things, he noticed a blond head, but at the sight of it he immediately turned away from the window. He would soon have to endure it enough. And so only further anger rose in him when Mokuba lowered the window and waved at him.
"Mokuba!" He instructed the little boy sharply, noticing immediately how he winced when he only heard his brother's voice. A handkerchief was always in the car, as it wasn't the first time that something like this had happened. It was questionable how Seto had endured the last few years. Harsh words were the order of the day. The brunette sighed deeply and put her hand on Mokuba's shoulder. "Now don't cry, little one ..."
"But ... but ... but big brother," he stammered to himself, not even daring to look up. It was just too much. Seto had changed so much in his eyes, he was hardly himself anymore. The fact that he tried to depict an ideal world for a few days was very flattering to Mokuba, but it was not reality.It was a bad play, which Seto tried with flying colors over and over to get over the stage with applause.
The older man closed his eyes for a moment and tried to collect himself. He would have loved to give his brother the well-known lecture that it could hardly be done otherwise. That he apologized for being half blown again. It wasn't easy for him, and certainly not for Mokuba either. But who was he doing all this for? Just for the little one. "I'm with you tonight, okay?"
Immediately the boy's gaze lifted and he smiled. He really seemed to have been waiting for these words. "Promise?" He said enthusiastically. The glow in his eyes seemed to speak volumes by itself. Not even Seto, who was usually so cold, could not withdraw from this look, not object, just nod. Albeit with crossed fingers on his back. "Thank you big brother!", And if it had worked, Mokuba would surely have thrown himself on the big man's neck and hugged him.It meant so much to him when Seto said something to him, when he would be home that evening to put him to bed and read a story. Sometimes, although he went to school and that already in the second grade, he was still a long way from as advanced as his brother at that age. He was still very childish, naive. But with his big eyes you couldn't even blame him.
"We're here", Seto interrupted the get-together and the first thing to do is to take off his seat belt and get out of the car. Mokuba followed him immediately, but he didn't see it yet to carry his bag alone. Since he was carried to his classroom anyway, he didn't have to worry that it would stay somewhere. At least Seto could be relied on.
In front of the room, the company manager knelt down to his little brother again and straightened the blue scarf for him. "And that doesn't cause me any trouble. You will cooperate, did we understand each other?"
"Of course, big brother!"It came resolutely. Then he hugged Seto again and took his bag in his hand. They would at least see each other during the break. At least, Mokuba hoped so, because in the last few days Seto had mostly been busy with the company talking on the phone than discussing anything with him.
For a moment Seto watched as Mokuba disappeared behind the door, then he too went through the hallways of the school. He was actually glad that the schools were connected and that he always had his brother under control. Or he him, you could take it however you like. It hardly mattered much to either of them.
Once in his classroom, the company manager dropped into his seat by the window and put the briefcase on the table. Nobody was there yet, they were all still standing outside in the courtyard.A complete waste of time, was the only thought that crossed his mind at this sight. It wasn't until much later that they bought the things he was developing, so they also helped him with this pointless banter.He would never want to understand this world. Seto feels called to greater things.
With a handle in his trouser pocket he had his palm in hand and started it right away. This was one of the few devices that was only protected with a password. Most of the other things were secured by Retnascan and Voicecontrol, so that not even Mokuba could have had access to them. Seto didn't even trust him to waste a thought on such things, because the little one was aware of what was at stake if only one piece of information got into the wrong hands. Seto tapped the little device with a pen. They were rather irrelevant things, but they also had to be done. Vacation planning and the coordination of the appointment planner.
"Well Kaiba!", He heard it echo from the door. How much he hated that voice, how he couldn't stand the person belonging to it. Anger and contempt filled his stomach, but his self-control was stronger.He remained undeterred and continued to work. He didn't care what the blond boy would say to him.
And that was exactly what really annoyed the blonde. That attitude about Seto would be aloof, better than the rest of this class.
"I'm going to do it," you could only hear it growling, then he was about to get going.
"Joey, hold your breath. Kaiba is not worth your fingers getting dirty"
"Oh, shut up, Tristan! He needs one on his mouth," and with that he walked up to the company boss from behind and was about to strike when he grabbed his hand.
"I would not do it, Wheeler. Unless you