Hello guys ^^
I was really amazed that I got so many comments. I feel really honored * grin * And above all, of course, thank you for your support * everybody cuddles *
And with that comes the next chapter. Even if with a not so nice background. I know that I kept you waiting all the time, but there was also a good reason for that, because I was preparing for the operation and was therefore a bit down. And afterwards, at half past eight, I'm under the knife * howling * But in the KH I have enough time to master new chapters, so that you are guaranteed to get a few more chapters afterwards. For now you have to be content with this one. And for all Seto fans, as we probably all are, don't kill me because it doesn't appear in it * hidden behind a corner * Forgive me, but please read anyway.
From Tuesday I will be at large again, albeit with a silly nose-thrower. Until the days thenyour Moki
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Chapter 7

Mokuba sighed deeply. What should he do with this afternoon now? Most of his friends were into some kind of sport. He didn't think much of it himself. But he hardly thought it appropriate to just sign up for anything now. He trudged down the stairs and saw the househusband in front of him. He was quite nice, but just unbearable in the long run. Still, Roland had been the only child sitter so far who had lasted more than a week. It wasn't just because of Mokuba, because Seto also made high demands on his workforce. And especially when dealing with his little brother, something would never be too expensive for him.
"Hello ...", Mokuba mumbled only softly and then went on again. He just didn't feel like playing any games or talking to the minder again. He'd rather grab a thin jacket and leave the house without another word.He was at least as good at all of this as his brother. In this behavior, neither of them took much to each other.
Where would he go? -I don't know.What would he do? -I'll see then.And with these inner decisions he slowly walked the streets. It was so busy again, and it was just an hour since school ended. But it seemed most of them had been planning their afternoon for weeks. People all seemed to know exactly where they were going and what they were up to. So much different from the little boy between them. He was drowned in all this mass, even had to be careful not to be trampled to death right away. He sighed deeply and turned into the park road. Maybe he could find a quiet spot there.
Big brother often goes here, the little one knew that very well. Sometimes he'd even noticed how Seto had just left the mansion that night to come here to think.How he always got out of bed in the morning was a mystery to the boy. He usually went to bed at eight o'clock, but didn't even come out of his bed at six. Seto seemed to have slept just four hours, then he was fresh and ready for school and work. He should find out the secret. And if only the coffee was doing that, then he could do without it.
Again the youth sighed deeply, leaned back and looked up at the sky. The sun was still shining inexorably. It could be scorching heat if it weren't for the pleasant wind that blew soft breezes across the land. Especially in the convertible, he liked the feeling when the hair just fluttered around in the wind. With him there was now enough surface to attack. Mokuba drifted further and further in his thoughts, and could now understand why Seto often came here to think. He was able to switch off, despite the roar of the other children.Hours seemed to go by, but that hardly bothered the little one anymore. His brother would certainly be busy until evening, not even finding the time to eat with him at all. So there was no need to go home, especially since it was still light.
All of a sudden he only heard aduck your head! Then he had the ball right in his face. It hurt like hell. Mokuba immediately checked whether his nose was still in one piece, whether he had developed a nosebleed. Fortunately for him, not much seemed to have happened.[i]Probably just the shock, and with that he slowly got up and grabbed the ball to give it back to the culprit. Certainly, it would be better if he would get the murder instrument, but the upbringing of the young Kaiba made it necessary for him to keep a cool head even at such a moment.
"Here, please," and with that he pressed the ball into the middle of the other boy's chest, was about to start walking again when he felt a hand on his shoulder."Hey, now wait a minute," the voice reached his ear gently. A smile followed this. "Don't you like to play along too? You're sitting there so lost, you can't even look at it!" "My name is Fye"
"Um ... Mokuba," he said meekly and returned the handshake. But then looked a second time.
"I've seen you ... today," she said as if from one mouth. A quick blink, then she started laughing.
"You were in the bar today"
"And you the boy at the bar, aren't you?" Mokuba just grinned. The other boys looked a little alienated, but neither of them seemed to mind. They were almost grinning competitively. It was almost like a game, but the winner was completely unimportant.
"Um ... do you want to stand there and do we play now?"
"Of course we play! Come on Mokuba, let's show him what's a rake!" And Fye ran onto the imaginary playing field with a kind of battle cry.The young Kaiba thought for a moment, then he threw everything overboard and literally threw himself into the fray. He felt more comfortable with it than ever before. Just a quiet evening with his brother could surpass the joy of this moment. Maybe he'd made some new friends to go out with for the afternoon. At least he'd be really happy about it.
But like so many other things, this day went by incredibly quickly. Slowly the sun seemed to find its way down, the shadows of the boys became shorter and shorter and more and more of them made their way home. In the end, only Mokuba and Fye were left on the field. Neither of them really seemed to want to go home. Or did you just want to spend a moment here together? The young Kaiba could hardly imagine it, he only knew it from his big brother. He always seemed to be delighted when the two could just sit together for a few minutes and enjoy the atmosphere."Tell me, Mokuba ...", Fye simply interrupted the silence and let himself fall onto the green meadow. "When do you have time tomorrow?"
"Me?" He asked again, looking next to him. There was no one else there and no one else would have his name anytime soon. "I ... actually have time after school," he replied shyly.
"And that's when?", The other boy simply asked, indicating with his hand that Mokuba should sit down with him. Otherwise he would just drive him crazy again. He just couldn't stand someone standing behind or next to him.
"Shortly after twelve o'clock ..." and with that the young man sat down on the grass. It was all so strange. So far, he'd only dated the friends he'd known since kindergarten. And now Fye seemed to want to meet him, even though they had only known each other for an afternoon.
"Well that fits. Have my first day of school here tomorrow ... have only recently moved here.Sayuri will go to school again ... then we'll see each other for sure, right? There's no other school in this part of town, is there? "
"No ... that's the only one here ... and Sayuri, is she your sister?"
Fye nodded in agreement and then explained to the black-haired man that it was the woman who would have served him and his brother that day. That girl who Seto had even mouthed for a moment. A grin crossed his lips. Mokuba didn't seem to think and understand quite that far, but that wasn't so bad. After all, the older boy had vowed not to interfere there. His sister should be able to decide that on her own.
"Maybe she'll come to Seto in a class," Mokuba grinned.
"Whaaaas?", Fye immediately sat upright and looked at the boy next to her. "Seto Kaiba still goes to school?"
Mokuba looked at him with a big questioning look. Was that something strange? At the age of his brother it was a good thing to go to school.Sure, it was just as clear to him that Seto no longer needed any of this. That he was able to do it and thus again and again afforded the arguments with the teachers. Nevertheless, the little one found it always admirable that his big brother did all this to himself day in and day out. For love to him.
And so the younger just twitched his axes, but confirmed the question with a small nod. If Fye should believe him, by tomorrow at the latest he would be able to see it with his own eyes, he had no more doubts about that. And when his new friend went to school, Mokuba would have one more caregiver and Seto might have some peace and quiet. Although, the little one had always sworn to himself that he wouldn't let his big brother take a minute to get further away from him. He was so far away that he didn't need to be given the space.
Fye was about to start another question, but his cell phone rang."Sorry," he said only to the black-haired man and then immediately took the call. Mokuba had been able to look at the cell phone for a moment; it was the same model as his. Except that its shell was adorned with the Blue Eyes White Dragon. Actually he would only have expected that from his older brother himself, but he had so many of these beeping things that he would probably no longer be able to look through which one was for what. They all looked very colorful, but his private life adorned a very special picture and the little one was happy about it again and again. It was a picture of the two of them, taken a year ago. With this thought, it was not far off that he reached for the locket around his neck again. He didn't need to open it, he just wanted one more time to be certain that the picture was really still in its place and hadn't been lost while playing. He sighed contentedly.[i]Everything is still