It was such an oddly placed realization, he knew he should have been crying or screaming or both…but all he could think about, as he instinctively continued lifting his fork to his lips, was that his damned eggs were cold.
He could not, at this moment, feel the pain shooting through him, nor could he feel his new father's hand caressing his left leg in a way that was too improper for words. Instead the boy focused on the eggs…which were ice cold and had lost all chance of tasting good.
Another bite and Kaiba-sama's hand went higher.
Another bite and Kaiba-sama's hand went even higher.
Another bite--Seto felt oddly nauseas right now and he knew his face was turning vaguely green--and Kaiba-sama's hand went even higher still.
Another bite--Mokuba questioned if he was okay--and that damn hand belong to the fucked up sick son of a bitch went higher.
Another bite and the hand went the same way as the pain and the anger and the sadness and it was gone.
Gozaburo's hand was not anywhere near him, he was not bruised and scared, he didn't feel angry or sad or anything.
All that mattered was that his eggs were cold.
