Hey folks^^ This is the first story I post here at . I'm from Germany and I want to improve my English. Therefore please tell me the mistake I make and if anyone wants to be a beta- reade you are more than welcome.
Well I hope you'll like the story!
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Come on, buddy. Get in here! The iron creak of the heavy doors of the prison is for the most people a sound that these have never heard or do not want to remember that time. For Mokuba Kaiba, however, was this sound already a habit. After all, he spent nearly every weekend in this prison cell and he secretly waited for the day when he could stroll through the doors and the police men greet him with a hand clap. (AN: question: could I also write high-five? I wasn't sure) It may sound weird but he did not feel like he is in prison because most of the time his friends were with him in here and they all would look back at the evening. Sometimes he even dared to put up a fight with the guards but for some strange reason the guards are always in such a good mood that they ignore this.
The brawny police man who just had taken him to the cell liked to talk with the boys about the latest news in any topic.
Actually, this was the first night he was in here all alone, but it did not bother him anyway. In here he was far more free than he was at home with his own personal guard who could make the strongest men cry with one single glance. His big brother Seto Kaiba, the CEO of Kaiba Corp.
Thinking about his brother Mokuba made a grimace. The 'perfect' Seto Kaiba who had more fans than any other pop star and respected and admired by everyone..and who was he? Mokuba Kaiba, Seto Kaiba's little brother. Nobody saw him as a person on his own but only as an escort of his brother. The guy who carried the briefcase and he was probably the most frequently kidnapped child ever been in history. 7 Mokuba sighed and looked around except for a drunk man the cell was empty. The unknown man lied on a dingy bench and slept through his intoxication. ' Man, that guy must have drunken an entire barrel alcohol, surely you can even smell it outside..' Deep in his thoughts Mokuba took a breath of new air but he regretted it immediately. The smell of cheap schnapps and sweat made him sick. Never before he noticed how smelly it was. 'After all', he thought 'when I'm with the guys I'm too distracted to notice.' Mokuba scratched his head and sat down a good length apart from the other guy preparing mentally to confront Seto and his telling-off.