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Your Moki

Chapter 4

"Now we know", Seto waved him off, but couldn't lose the smile from his lips that quickly. Mokuba truly seemed to be the first and last person on earth who made him do it. Who managed that even he could laugh, although his head was elsewhere. His brother was something very special, a godsend, because otherwise he could hardly explain something like that.For him it meant life itself, because without the little one it would be pointless. What good is money and fame if you had no one to share such a thing with? Seto would rather lose all of his money in one fell swoop, but have the certainty that Mokuba is still at his side. Gently he reached over with his hand and ruffled his hair, even if only a questioning glance passed him.
"Big brother?" Asked the little one after all. It all seemed very suspicious to him at the moment. What suddenly happened to Seto? He knew that he occasionally tends to have choleric attacks, but how should one interpret this sudden attack of happiness and equilibrium? The questions were just written in his eyes, but Seto continued to smile. What was that all about? He couldn't find an answer to that, as hard as the boy thought about it.
"Oh ... and about Europe, Mokuba", then the little one began to prick up his ears again and looked at his brother.The smile on his lips wasn't gone, but it really didn't exist anymore either. "That will probably be the first and last time that we will do something like this during our school days ... it just couldn't be done any other way."
"Oh, that doesn't matter, big brother!" He grinned cheekily. It didn't bother him very much. It was almost okay with him that he didn't have to go to school for a few days and would rather see the world. And that's exactly what Seto thought he could read in his eyes. The little one seemed to think it was a big game, an adventure. Yes, maybe even for a photo safari. He didn't want to take away these illusions of a nice vacation, but to let him believe was at least as bad of him.
"Somersault ... it's not that easy. I'll be at conferences, maybe I only have half the day for you ..."
From one second to the next, the smile on the boy's face died.What he felt now he could hardly put into words. Disappointment? Anger His little heart soon stopped doing that. So happy about the trip and now it was explained to you that none of what you had imagined was not true. He withdrew his hand immediately when Seto tried to grab it. He first had to be clear about what had just happened inside. And so he preferred to look outside, at the street. The urge to let all the feelings run free, he tried to suppress now. He didn't want to cry. Not here, and especially not in front of Seto. He was a big boy, no longer a small child. He would be fine with it. The little one swore that inwardly.
"Mokuba ... please understand", Seto tried to steer the whole thing in the right direction.
"I understand very well, big brother," he said bluntly. "Your stupid company is always more important than me!"
"Don't start again, Mokuba. That's not true," the company manager tried to control himself.He didn't want to yell at his brother again, but he couldn't stand something like that. Again and again the little one pulled off this show, putting him as a bogeyman in front of everyone else.No, I don't have any feelings. Is right, Mokuba!roared inside. He felt so betrayed and sold, and that by his younger brother. He trusted him down to his blood. Didn't he do everything for him? Didn't he make everything possible that the little one's heart desires? What was he doing so wrong with all of that? As hard as he tried, Seto couldn't understand. Or maybe he didn't want to understand either?
Inwardly, Mokuba sighed, albeit at himself. He knew for himself that it was by no means right what he was doing with his brother. He wanted to make his conscience bad, to win him over on his own. No one should be entitled more than Seto. And above all not the company, it claimed him far too much.
As so often, they kept silent, nobody wanted to open their mouths.Seto purely on principle, he didn't want to be the one to apologize for things that weren't even close to reality. The young man couldn't open his mouth for fear of being cast out after all, he didn't want to hear one of the sermons again, no matter how real it might be, or just be left sitting at home.
"Um ... if it doesn't suit you at the moment, I'll be happy to come back later," the brothers were ripped off from their thoughts. The young waitress stood with them again. How long had she been standing there? Did she overhear everything?
"No, it's okay. Put the drinks off," came the head of the company in a tone that was perhaps unusually relaxed for this situation. He had just been about to lapse into his working character and now the girl seemed to be above all that and to help. But just as Seto was about to say something, she was up and away.Unconsciously, his gaze wandered after her. A little boy, a little older than Mokuba, was standing in the doorway and seemed to be looking for her.
"Didn't I tell you not to come here, Fye? And your stuffed ball has probably no place here," she scolded straight away, but took him by the hand and pulled him into the staff rooms. He seemed a bit taken by surprise, but somehow used to this situation.
"Oh, you know, Sayuri," he began with a heartbreaking smile. "Mom is tight and before I get into her banter, I thought, I'll come over. Can't I help you?"
The waitress couldn't suppress a roll of her eyes. How many times did she have to go through this subject with him? Hadn't she told him enough times that it wouldn't work. That it was only just possible to accommodate you here in order to at least earn some money? It was incredibly charming that the younger one stood up for it, but none of it was possible.With the best will in the world, it didn't work.
"Fye ...", she tried to explain it to him again, but he seemed to understand. He hung his head for a moment and just sighed. He just knew exactly what words were in store for him, what he had to listen to, even if his sister meant well to him.
"You knew Sayu ... I'll just wipe the counter, I can hardly go wrong with that," he suggested with a grin. And whether the young woman wanted it or not, she couldn't refuse him. The boss wouldn't have any objection, especially since a waitress had called in sick anyway. The little one was often a gift from the gods.
"Very well, convinced," the waitress admitted defeat, handed him a small apron, but immediately tied it on him. "The ball of fur stays here. It mustn't go forward. And no, you don't even have to try to bribe me with your dog's eyes", she became stern again and took the animal, which at first glance you didn't know whether it was was now a rabbit or a dog that was too small and with ears that were far too long.She had become friends with it, and as long as Fye was happy with it, it should be fine with her. She took it as it was, but went straight back to work. The kitchen was calling for her.
"Then go ahead and do your job well," then she was past her brother and back in the hall. The next meals were already on the work surface. She would hardly be able to follow for the next two minutes, but then she would be able to have a little rest and talk to the little one. After all, he always thought of cheering topics. After all, she had been in this restaurant all day and would only have the opportunity to go to school again from tomorrow. After that she didn't see herself, but she preferred the college to this work. All she had to do was sit in the room and listen to the teachers, here she had to stand at attention at the first word and not make any mistakes, no matter how small.
The last two plates were for the table at the back of the window, for the brothers at war.Inwardly she sighed, she had to interfere there one more time. She seemed to understand way too well, did she also know that one would rather be alone and talk undisturbed. Sometimes, however, it was better to be around people, you didn't run the risk of being loud and abusive at first. For a moment she thought she could see the behavior of the tall brunette.It's none of my business, the young woman kept saying to herself before setting down the meal.
"I hope you like it"
“Definitely!” And Mokuba had the first spoonful of lasagna in his mouth, but was taught better immediately. "Is that hot!"
Seto briefly shook his head at him, handed him a napkin and referred to the cola that was just standing in front of his eyes, waiting to be emptied. So far the little one had been able to control himself. "But something else ... who am I actually honored with?" The company manager asked quite frankly.And the waitress looked at him just as astonished as Mokuba. She hadn't expected anything like that in life. Actually, no one really cared who served them. The main thing is that you get what you ordered. The rest had become like most of humanity. At first she didn't even notice that a red sheen was laying on her cheeks.
"Yes ... well ... I am ... Sayuri. Sayuri Watanabe," she managed uncertainly, bowed briefly. As she rose slowly, she was granted a look into what were probably the deepest blue eyes she had ever had. It seemed like hours, days, even weeks to the young woman when she looked into the brunette's eyes. She would have done this as