the crux of the matter. I won't fly alone this time "
"Oh? Who is allowed to come with you? Your secretary ?!" That broke Mokuba's hat string. He didn't need to listen to that any further. He just jumped up and stomped toward the door. It went so far even for him. At least he would have considered Seto so fair to keep it from him so that he would not be so painfully separated from him. A tear rolled down his cheek. He didn't even bother to hide it if Seto should calmly see what he had done inside himself. Should he feel guilty about it, the little one was fine.
"Now wait ...", Seto stood up from the sofa again and gently grabbed the little one by the shoulder and turned him around.
"Aren't you finished yet?" Came a mixture of sadness, anger and despair from the boy's throat. He spoke louder than he wanted, and was already yelling at Seto.He didn't know this side in itself, would be afraid of it if he wasn't so confused by this situation.
"Somersault ...", the company manager just sighed. So he had done it again. He gently wiped a few tears from his face with his thumb and hugged him. He couldn't watch his brother cry. It tore even him inside. And now it was he who was to blame for these drops of water. "I actually wanted to ask you if you would not like to come with me. It's boring alone and you could also see something of the world then"
Not quite finished this sentence, two large eyes stared at him. Suddenly all the tears were gone, there was only astonishment in big letters on the little one's face. At that moment he didn't even know what to think. What to say. He had just wanted to send Seto to hell and now he had such an offer in front of his nose.All of a sudden it was way too much for him.
"Where ... do I have to sign?" He asked just a little confused, looking his brother in the eye. It wasn't a false promise, it was the truth, because Seto couldn't hide such a thing from him. No, the little one could see right through him.
"Here, down there and on the next page again", Seto only grinned and then got up again, but held the younger man's hand tightly. "Do you mean you can come with me?"
“You still ask that ?!” The young man hopped happily across the room. He didn't care what stood in the way. Something wobbled here and there. A file folder was swept from the table. The only thing worse for Seto was that an inkwell fell to the ground and leaked.The whole carpet is messed up ..., he grumbled a little, but tried to keep smiling. And as if Mokuba had known how thin the thread of patience was today, he could not contain himself and happily trampled a few felt-tip pens into the ground as he danced with joy.Seto unconsciously clenched his hand into a fist, took a few deep breaths and watched the action. If his brother didn't come to an end soon, then he would put an end to all of that and that Mokuba would have to be well known that it wouldn't turn out very lightly.
As if hit by a cold wave, the kid's movement froze and he looked at his brother. Then he looked around the office. Suddenly he realized what he had done. I could understand the anger in cold eyes now. Immediately he wanted to join in and clear up the chaos when a dictatorial voice asked him to intervene.
"Just leave it there ... I'll put it away later", Seto managed to get out between his teeth and now went to Mokuba, took his hand gently and turned to the door.
Was the little one blooming the blue miracle after all? Did the vacation fall into the water? Would Seto lock himself in at his company for the rest of the day and fail to get him to bed again?Fear rose in the little one, he began to tremble again, yet he convulsively did not let go of his brother's hand. If he had to go, please let him come with you. He wouldn't leave the building alone today. For days Seto had promised him to come home and play another round of chess with him.Why are you so moody?, it went through his head as he was picked up. The coldness in his eyes was gone, it was his brother's warm eyes again that he loved so much, that he could hardly get enough of. Yet the fear still lingered in him that he would suddenly have to stand in front of the door.
"Big brother ...?", Shy, even toneless, you could hear these words.
"It's okay, Mokuba. I'm not angry with you, don't worry. We're going to have lunch first, yes? You can choose it too," he suggested and left the large study, moving closed the door behind him and walked to the elevator, still with Mokuba on his arm.The little one's smile was inspiring, the anger from the moment seemed to have been blown away. And no matter how hard Seto tried, he couldn't be really angry with the little one for five minutes.