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She Should Be With Me ~ Mamoru

Back again with the next story as part of this set! 😊😊

I've attached the post with the Prologue, in case anyone who reads this wants to read that part first! ⬇️⬇️

So far I have posted Eisuke's story, and now Mamoru's! 🤗

So this is...

Mamoru x MC

A story of jealousy and fluff

Disclaimer - Characters belong to Voltage Inc, story is my own idea.

⛔️Trigger Warning, brief mention of controlling behaviour.⛔️

~ 4438 words

Unbeknownst to the others in the room, Mamoru froze. His cigarette hung precariously from his fingertips, mid-air, halfway to his lips. Hearing MC declare she had moved in with her boyfriend broke him.

Feelings of jealousy sprouted in him. Irrational questions, such as ‘Could he arrest him?’ and ‘How to frame someone for a crime?’, popped into his head.

Alas, Mamoru knew this was not what his sweetheart would want. He had spent enough time with her by now to know she would not approve of him using such underhanded methods to win her heart.

Mamoru continued watching from the sofa as the other bidders fussed over MC and her news. He listened as they all whined and grumbled about her leaving. How if she wasn’t living at the hotel she wouldn’t be available when they needed her. Of course, Mamoru realised this wasn’t just their usual whims of coffee making and teasing. The others adored MC and her company as much as he did… well maybe not quite as much, but they certainly cared about her too.

Mamoru watched as MC squirmed under their questions. He noticed when her eyes briefly flitted his way, before swiftly leaving him again. Had he imagined the look she had given him? It had only been brief. Blink and you would have missed it. But he was sure he saw her looking for him. Seeking him out amongst the others. He also noticed how her cheeks had turned a tempting scarlet. She was beautiful, he thought.

Coming from such a regular family, at least in comparison to the other bidders, Mamoru had always desired his own family. A loving wife, children. Living together in their own cosy home. But being a detective, Mamoru didn’t dare to believe these dreams would come true. He had not believed he would ever find someone he would love so deeply.

Until… he met MC.

Mamoru could still recall the day MC officially came into their lives, not just working in the hotel. He would never forget that day… she had seemed so heroic for someone who had never experienced any sort of terror.

On that day, Mamoru had, unusually, been at the station tying up a couple of loose ends on a case he had been working when his phone had vibrated in his pocket. Thinking little of it, he nonchalantly glanced at the screen. Yet when he saw Eisuke had contacted him about an issue occurring at the hotel, the lazy detective immediately rushed to help.

When he arrived, the hotel had been bustling with screams and cries. The Ice Dragons, hotel staff and other bidders were trying to regain control of the situation. Mamoru sought out Eisuke to find out what was going on.

He learned a group of gunmen had shown up and started rounding guests and employees up as hostages. The bidders and staff were currently trying to calm over guests, encouraging them back to their rooms for safety.

It was then, they heard shots being fired and had turned in the direction of the sound. A couple of gunmen were trying to drag some more hostages away with them. Mamoru and the others were just about to rush over, when a lone maid stepped forward.

She appeared delicate. Someone who needed protecting. Yet she stepped forward. Stood firm. And she astonished Mamoru and the others when she declared herself the ultimate hostage.

Take her, and no others, and she would help them achieve what they wanted. She boldly lied about her worth as a hostage. Her claims she was in a higher position than she truly was, which would mean she was aware of finer details regarding the hotel, had magnified her appeal. Her voice never faltered. Mamoru watched in shock, when she met his gaze. She seemed to signal something to him.

It was in this moment, Mamoru noticed the depth in her eyes. At this most inappropriate time, Mamoru noticed the maid’s beauty. But it wasn’t just her outward beauty that had his gaze captured. It was her bravery. To step forward, for people she did not know, and offer herself… and still have the mental capability to signal him… well she was exceptional. Phenomenal. Unique.

When Mamoru had the men to finally go to her aid, MC had endured numerous beatings. She was cut and bruised. Blood coated her clothes. Yet when Mamoru arrived, she smiled at him. A smile which didn’t match the situation they found themselves in. All Mamoru could do was shake his head with a chuckle, a ‘You did good, Kid’ leaving his lips.

Having told Eisuke of her heroics, he declared he wanted to meet the brave maid who had helped save his hotel and guests. Who had prevented more hostages. So, he called her to the penthouse.

When she arrived, Mamoru had felt the butterflies in his stomach. She was a vision. The exact replica of the woman of his dreams. Beauty, smarts, bravery. She won Eisuke over with a coffee! she immediately got on with all of them, even Soryu who avoided women had taken a liking to her.

The truth is, Mamoru had fallen for this woman quickly. Over the next few years, he found himself falling deeper. MC was ever present in their lives. Since the incident, Eisuke welcomed her to visit them in the penthouse frequently, Ota used her as a model for his paintings, Baba had enlisted her as a taster for the dishes he made, Soryu enjoyed conversing about new detective novels with her.

While Mamoru, he had her help when he went on investigations and needed to blend in. Over the last few years she had played the part of his lover on many investigations. Doing so, allowed Mamoru to display his affections under the guise of acting. It made things easier, getting to play house and not have to hide his feelings for MC all the time.

The sound of MC trying to excuse herself from the barrel of questions coming her way pulled Mamoru from his memories. His eyes followed her figure as she walked towards the door. He noticed her eyes meet his as she walked by him. she offered him a little smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. Mamoru offered her a smile in return. A smile that fell the second the door closed behind her.

A chuckle grabbed Mamoru’s attention. Everyone was looking his way.

“What?” He huffered.

“When will you two just be honest with each other?” Eisuke asked.

“What d’ya mean?” Mamoru responded, lazily lounging back on the sofa.

“God Mamoru, it is so obvious. Say what you will, but it is clear as day you both want each other” Eisuke responded, uninterestedly but with a glint of mirth in his eyes.

Mamoru tensed. They had noticed his feelings? Yet the bigger surprise to him was their belief that his feelings were reciprocated? Surely not? MC wouldn’t move in with another man if she wanted him? Surely… Yet he couldn’t help but hope. Hope that some part of MC’s heart belonged with him.

***

A month had passed since MC had moved in with her boyfriend and been promoted. Everything had seemed to continue on as normal. Yet Mamoru noticed how MC had started to distance herself from them all slightly. Maintaining a more professional boundary with them all.

On this particular morning, it bothered him immensely. He had woken up and had just freshened up when MC knocked on his suite door. What followed was the strangest encounter they had ever had.

“Mornin’ Kid!” He waved her in lazily.

“Good morning Sir. I do hope it would not inconvenience you if I were to come tidy your suite now?” MC asked, offering Mamoru a polite bow. Mamoru was taken aback by her formal tone. Sir? She had never once called him Sir.

“MC? Everything ok?” He questioned, concerned by her change in behaviour.

“My apologies Mr Kishi, I shall try not to take up too much of your morning.” MC hurried off to begin cleaning the room.

MC had left as soon as she had finished, engaged in no general conversations, and had not looked him in the eye once. The encounter still nagged at him so he decided to try asking the others about it.

“Oh that? Don’t worry yourself too much, it’ll sort itself out sooner or later.” Eisuke replied nonchalantly, clearly not sharing in Mamoru’s concerns.

“Come on Boss, it clearly bothers him when she ignores him.” Baba chuckled.

“Fine. Her boyfriend didn’t like that she spent so much time with us. As soon as they moved in he set out some ground rules, and recently he seems to be tightening those rules up, adding new ones when something bothers him.” Eisuke, finally, gave Mamoru more of an answer.

“So, he’s controlling then…” Mamoru replied, trailing off. Suddenly he was rushing out the penthouse lounge.

***

A few hours later, and Mamoru bumped into MC who was on her lunch break. She sat alone. She stared aimlessly out the window. Her fork hanging mid-air, hovering above the plate. Mamoru immediately felt his body warm with love at the sight of her.

Quietly, he took the seat opposite her, set down his own lunch and simply began eating. It took a few moments, but when MC finally noticed his presence her eyes bulged.

“Mamo! What are you doing here?!” She muttered quietly, hoping to avoid catching the attention of those around them.

“Oh so ya do still remember my name! thought I would have lunch in here for a change” Mamoru replied, a smirk on his face.

“You never eat in here, what do you want?” MC argued.

“Ya been actin’ real strange lately. Worried me. Anyway, got a new assignment I need ya to come with me on.”

“Can’t”

“Why not?” Mamoru questioned. He knew full well why, he just wanted… no needed, to hear it from her lips.

“I just can’t, busy.” MC replied, digging into her lunch.

“I didn’t tell you when yet” Mamoru replied, smiling knowingly at her. She knew she had been caught out.

“Sigh… when is it?” MC relented. Mamoru was frustrated. Why wasn’t she just admitting to him why she was refusing first?

“Saturday night. We’ll be at a hotel. Bar, then head to a room next to the suspects.” He instructed.

“Got it.”

“Leave from the hotel at 6, or I can pick ya up from your place?”

“NO!” MC panicked, flustered. Suddenly her eyes went wide, and she quickly shot to her feet. “Uh… hotel is fine, I’ll be here for 6. See you later!”

“MC!” Mamoru called after her, but she was already scurrying away.

Soon Saturday evening arrived. MC had become quieter each day leading up to the investigation. She had appeared tired, wistful, and shaken. Still… she never told Mamoru anything. He had asked many times, each time she responded she was fine and that he didn’t need to worry. But he did.

As he waited outside the hotel, Mamoru puffed on his cigarette. As he exhaled the smoke he noticed MC walking towards him. His eyes drew to her like magnets. The cigarette which had been sitting firmly between two fingers fell to the ground. He felt his mouth go dry. She was gorgeous, he thought.

She was wearing a figure-hugging cocktail dress, with a pair of heels. Her hair had been curled and put up into a low messy bun. While her makeup highlighted her eyes.

Mamoru’s heart was racing. He pushed himself off the wall and hurried towards her.

“Beautiful as always” He whispered to her as his hand found purchase on her waist, allowing him to escort her towards their destination. He didn’t miss the way her cheeks blushed crimson as she thanked him.

In moments like these, Mamoru could treat his sweetheart how he wished he could always. He could compliment and marvel in her beauty, enjoy dinner, and her company, all the while protecting his own heart from the pain of rejection.

***

As the evening went by, the investigation went along smoothly. They received good information while sitting in the bar, and were now retreating to their hotel room.

The sound of MC’s phone vibrating for the nth time that evening, and the sight of her visibly tensing as she ignored the call, made Mamoru worry. Yet before he could even offer any words, MC shut him down with that beautiful smile of hers. Silently begging him not to probe any further.

After they arrived into the hotel room, Mamoru set to work setting up his surveillance equipment ready to listen in to the conversations between his suspect next door. He had just finished when MC approached him.

“I’m going to go shower” She said, placing her jewellery and phone on the dresser. Mamoru nodded once as she turned and left.

The sound of the shower running soon filled the quiet hotel room. Mamoru decided to use the time to change into something slightly comfier, ready for the long night ahead. Yet the buzzing of MC’s phone, once again, drew his attention.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he looked to see who was calling her. Mason. The name of her boyfriend appeared. As the call ended, Mamoru noticed all the notifications. 15 missed calls and 30 text messages… they had only been out 3 hours.

Just then, Mamoru noticed the sound of running water had stopped. He quickly moved away from MC’s phone and settled down on the window ledge, lighting a cigarette. Shortly after, MC emerged from the bathroom, clothed in only a bathrobe. The smell of her shampoo and body wash filled the room, offering a calming effect.

“Sorry I took so long, showers free” She smiled, as she settled onto the bed.

“Thanks! Oh by the way, your phone rang again while ya were showerin’ hope it wasn’t nothin’ important!” Mamoru said, testing her.

“Nah nothing” MC replied offering him a smile.

Still, she refused to confide in him about what was going on. Had he only imagined they were close? No. He wouldn’t let himself be convinced that they had been nothing, not even friends. Something was bothering her, she would tell him when the time was right.

But Mamoru was an impatient man. He had tried for the past month to respect her privacy. But knowing what he did, even her not being aware of him knowing, made it harder to remain quiet.

He silently approached MC as she sat on the bed, quietly staring down at her phone. He sat beside her. Took her phone from her hands. Turned it off. Then he simply looked at her. Encouraging her to confide in him.

“Hey Mamo, give me back my phone!” She moaned, reaching over him towards his side of the bed where her phone now sat.

Mamoru used this moment to capture her in an embrace. Shocked, MC froze, before she quietly settled into his embrace. Noticing her relenting, Mamoru finally broke the silence.

“Talk to me, MC. You know I will listen.” He spoke quietly, holding her tight. He wanted more than anything to share in her burdens.

MC audibly sighed. It was almost comical how large a sigh she had given. Finally, she spoke.

“It’s Mason… he doesn’t like me being around you guys. Especially with you. He never moaned about it before we moved in together, but now everything is an issue. He doesn’t like me seeing Eisuke to make him coffee, because Eisuke has a reputation for his groupies and Mason in convinced I must be one of them otherwise why else would he want to see a mere maid like me. He doesn’t like Ota painting me, because why would anyone want an image of me on their wall. He doesn’t like Baba cooking for me, because he flirts with everyone so he doesn’t need me. He doesn’t like Soryu acknowledging me, because since I’m the only female ever seen around him something must be going on. And he hates me spending anytime with you…” MC fell silent, not finishing her point.

“Why? Why doesn’t he like you spendin’ time with me?” Mamoru questioned, watching her carefully.

“Uhh long story…” MC replied, a blush coating her cheeks. Mamoru was sure he wasn’t imagining it.

“We have all night” He said, smiling at MC. The blush on her face deepened.

“Oh god… Mamo its embarrassing enough, don’t make me tell you.” She pleaded.

“Tell me, MC. Please.” It was Mamoru’s turn to plead now. MC sighed. She casted her eyes down.

“A couple of years ago, me and Mason went on a break. It was about a year after the incident at the hotel, you know when we met. I told him I needed some space. Sort my head out.”

“Why?”

“I had started to develop feelings for someone else… and well my head was a mess and so we split up. The break lasted for a couple of months. Honestly, I thought it was over for good. But then, well something happened to Mason and we got back together so I could support him through it. Since then though, he’s been jealous when I was around said person.”

“Said person… is that me?” Mamoru asked, hopeful in that his feelings had not been one sided.

“Urghh Mamoru don’t be so inconsiderate! Obviously, it was you!” MC responded, blushing furiously and hiding her face into his chest.

Mamoru felt the smile form on his chest. He hugged her slightly tighter.

“So, uh, why does it bother him now… if this was a couple of years ago? You’ve moved in together now too?”

“Oh uh… yeah that’s an even longer story…” MC huffed, “The truth is, I had told him a few months ago I didn’t want move in with him. We had just got back from that investigation about the Blue Jay’s smuggling ring, remember? Well, after that Mason and I were arguing. He mentioned you, and well I lost it. I mean how dare he bring you into our issues. Y’know? When he asked me if I was still in love with you, and if that was why I really didn’t want to live together I froze. And then stormed out.”

MC still avoided looking at Mamoru. He couldn’t help but wonder. Why hadn’t she just said no to her boyfriend? Unless… did she still love him?

“So… what is the answer to that?” Mamoru asked in barely a whisper.

“W-what?” MC asked startled, looking up suddenly.

Their eyes met. Held. Who knew how long had passed with neither looking away, neither speaking a word. Who made the first move? Was it Mamoru threading a hand into her hair, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs? Or was it MC and her fingers curling in his shirt? Neither could be sure. But what came next, neither could deny.

Their eyes, which had held one another close, soon closed. Their lips which had been but a hair breadth away, met. The kiss, was soft. Tantalisingly slow.

A warmth spread itself through Mamoru. The kiss was everything he had desired for so long, yet it wasn’t enough. The delicate kiss, did not sate the desire he had long held for her.

As MC pulled away slightly, her eyes fluttered open and met Mamoru’s. However, it wasn’t long before their lips crashed together, in a fiery, all-consuming, deep kiss. One that signified the passion which had been building between them for the last few years. It was electrifying and Mamoru could feel his need for MC intensifying as their kiss continued.

Yet as he reached out for her, she suddenly froze. Her eyes shot opened, a horrified look on her face, before she shoved Mamoru away and grabbed her clothing. Dressing in a hurry, Mamoru watched on in confusion.

“MC? What are you doing?” He asked. Still rushing about getting changed MC hurried towards the door.

“Leaving!” she replied, swinging the door open and racing through it.

“MC!” Mamoru shouted behind her.

But she didn’t turn around. Mamoru couldn’t leave the hotel, he was in the middle of a surveillance operation. No matter how much he wanted to chase after her, he couldn’t. Slumping back onto the bed, his hand naturally touched his lips. The heat from their kiss, still lingered.

***

A few weeks had passed since the end of that operation when MC had run out on Mamoru after their kiss. She had practically disappeared from his life since too. She hadn’t been to work since. She hadn’t responded to any of their messages either.

It wasn’t just Mamoru who was growing concerned in her absence. Eisuke sighed as he put down his phone, his call going unanswered once again.

“I don’t understand where she is gone?” Eisuke muttered, “And why is she ignoring our calls?”

“She isn’t responding to any of us…” Mamoru responded. His heart hurt with worry.

“Kenzaki couldn’t even get in touch with her” Eisuke stated, while staring at the phone in his hand.

Mamoru was even more concerned now. She wasn’t showing up to work. She was ignoring calls from her friends and employers. What could have happened to her?

The ignored phone calls, missing shifts and torment of not knowing where she had gone continued for another week. Every day the bidders got together to discuss what they would do next if MC did not return by the end of the week. They would share their updates from their own mini investigations too.

None had managed to find any clue as to where she had gone. Mamoru was growing more concerned and impatient by the day. All hope seemed to be lost. Until… MC walked through the hotel doors one morning, along with a large bag.

Mamoru had been talking to Eisuke in the lobby when they saw MC entering the hotel. They raced over to her, relief finally settling in at seeing her safe and unharmed. Noticing them, MC offered them a cordial smile.

“MC where have you been?” Eisuke asked, as Mamoru grabbed her arms, checking her over for any injuries. Letting her go, as seen as he confirmed for himself she was ok.

“Uhh, long story?” MC smiled trying to worm her way out of explaining.

“It’s been 3 weeks, you’ve ignored all our attempts to contact you. No way are you getting out of explaining this one!” Mamoru responded, somewhat forcefully.

Nodding once, MC followed the two men as they headed up to the penthouse lounge. When they entered, MC placed her bag down and immediately set about making coffee for them all. The usual routine falling back into place.

“So?” Eisuke asked after sipping his coffee.

“Well… I had something I needed to sort out. It took a little longer than expected. I stayed with my parents while I was sorting it out. I’m sorry for ignoring your calls, I needed to sort everything out and while it wasn’t sorted I didn’t feel I could really face you guys…” MC spoke quietly.

“So tell us now. I assume the bag has something to do with it?” Mamoru asked.

“Ok…” MC sighed, “I ended things with Mason. For good this time. I moved out and headed to my parents and stayed with them while we sorted out all the legal crap from moving in together”

“You broke up?!” Mamoru reacted. His heart trembling and filling with a slight hope.

“Why did you break up?” Eisuke asked. He already had an incline it would be to do with Mamoru but he didn’t want to announce his assumption.

“Well… the truth is… on the night I was helping Mamo out, he asked me a question.” MC now faced, Mamoru, “You asked me a question, one that at the time I didn’t answer in words. But my actions that night spoke volumes. I knew then I couldn’t keep living with or being with Mason. It wasn’t fair on either of us. He was right to be worried of my feelings, but it wasn’t right that he was controlling me. it was better for both of us, to split up.”

“So it’s over?” Mamoru asked nervously, not wanting to get his hopes up too much.

“Yes…” MC responded.

“Because you want to be with Mamoru?” Eisuke asked, smirking.

“Yes…” MC whispered, her eyes going wide when she realised what she had just admitted. Before she could correct herself, Eisuke shooed them both off to Mamoru’s room to finish their discussion.

***

When they returned to Mamoru’s suite, MC made them both coffee and sound beside him on the sofa. A peaceful silence ensued.

MC’s scent, her shampoo, body wash and perfume, filled the room. It brought him peace. She was finally back. Yet that peace did not last long. Mamoru recalled how MC had practically confessed her feelings for him to Eisuke moments earlier, and he suddenly sat bolt upright.

MC was startled by the sudden movement, almost spilling her coffee in the process.

“Jeez Mamo, careful I could have burned myself!” she berated him. But Mamoru didn’t care. he was over the moon. And now they were alone he was going to get her to confess properly and then finally tell her how he felt too.

“MC… tell me the truth now… how do you feel about me?” His hand had cupped her cheek, he rested his forehead gently against hers, looking into her eyes as he pleaded his sweetheart to share her heart with him.

“Mamo… I-I… I love you” She smiled at him, tears brimming in her eyes.

“I love you too, sweetheart” Mamoru responded, before slamming his lips into hers. Crushing her in a tight embrace.

Hearing his sweetheart finally tell him the words he had longed to hear, felt surreal. He bundled her up into his arms and carried her into his bedroom. His lips never leaving hers.

As he led her gently on his bed, he pulled away, tearing his top from his body. Letting his lips meet hers once again. In this moment, everything he had desired was finally coming true.

He had the woman of his dreams, laid bare before him. She had confessed she loved him. Finally, that picture perfect regular life he had imagined, one that seemed beyond him, was finally in reach.

And he was going to grab it. Hold it close, and ensure it came true.

Starting with a long night, cherishing the one he loved most. The one he could finally call his.

His sweetheart.

#kissed by the baddest bidder #mamoru kishi #kbtbb fanfic #kbtbb #kbtbb mamoru #voltage fanfic #voltage otome #voltage inc #love 365 #fanfic #fluff

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jasmine-otome · 9 months

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KBTBB Switch: Eisuke S3 Proposal Walkthrough

This walkthrough is intended for the Switch port of KBTBB.

Key: Happy Ending Good Ending Masterlist

Episode 1:

“Are you angry?” ”I have to go.” ”It’s work.”

“I didn’t do it!” ”I don’t know what you mean.” ”I’ll go make the bed.”

Episode 2:

“I’m used to it.” ”He didn’t tell me a thing.” ”I still can’t believe it.”

“Want me to make coffee?” ”Next time will be better.” ”Is the Mad Hatter okay?”

Episode 3:

“You need to take better care of yourself!” ”We need to stop the bleeding!” ”We need to call the police!”

“What do you want me to do?” ”What about your other arm?” ”I’ll do my best.”

Episode 4:

“I didn’t know.” ”I’m too insecure.” ”Do you really want to get married?”

“Will the hotel be okay?” ”I’m sorry about yesterday.” ”Are you tired?”

Episode 5:

“Just stop!” ”You don’t have to do this.” ”You might lose.”

“Okay…” ”You don’t want to marry me?” ”But I finally made a decision.”

Episode 6:

“Aren’t you going to do anything?” ”The hotel’s in trouble!” ”Let’s go chew him out!”

“Why?” ”Don’t come to the auctions again.” Wait for Eisuke to speak.

Episode 7:

“What will happen to the hotel” ”Isn’t there anything we can do?” ”What did Eisuke say?”

“I can’t help it.” ”Can you really get it back?” ”I don’t want to leave you.”

Episode 8:

“Akira would be sad to hear that.” ”What about the bonds of family?” ”That can’t be it.”

I don’t want to go alone.” ”Can’t you go alone?” ”Leave it to me!”

Episode 9:

“Are you really going to let this happen?” ”Let’s run away.” ”I’ll call the others.”

Call the auction. Appeal for more bids. This is wrong.

#otome #otome game #voltage #kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #eisuke #eisuke ichinomiya #kbtbb eisuke #walkthrough #otome walkthrough

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tres-spades-hotel · 4 years

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Becoming the Perfect Father, Part II

Hey everyone! So @lin-ful @leoamber66 and @flatsuke inspired me to start writing again! Have fun reading this and prepare yourself for the angst and action across the story... enjoy!

Part II - Kiki’s Heirship, a Backstory of Memories

Hi, my name is Kiki.

I used to be an orphan on the streets of Japan. I had to fend for myself, always dipping in and out of society for a while when I realised my family were no good to me. The scar they left me with on my eye made the famous billionaire, Eisuke Ichinomiya, the man leading Japan’s economy, curious. I saw him one day and believed in my heart I could be safe. I was only 7 years old when I followed him into his hotel one evening.

He crouched down to ask where my parents were but upon hearing the word, I was both crying and hitting him on his chest.

I hated the world for thinking that parents and family were what kept you safe because I didn’t believe it was true.

He didn’t know what to do with me.

I didn’t know what to do with me.

So he took my hand and led me to the penthouse elevator, thinking that Uncle Baba and Uncle Ota could calm me down. And they did. Throughout my time with them for the first few weeks, I was happy. Everyone played with me, they were patient with me, they were curious about me.

Dad looked after me, mostly because he was concerned about Uncle Baba’s antics. Blackmail was all it took to make his brick walls faulter. That day, talk of sending me to an orphanage arose and, apparently, Uncle Baba did not like it.

So Dad kept me, almost like a pet. He fed me, gave me shelter, clothing, and toys. After all this time, I really owe Uncle Baba for helping me even though I didn’t know it then. But there was only one thing Dad wouldn’t give me: his affection. To be honest, I don’t think he knew what it meant to give warmth and love to another person, whether it’s a woman or a child. That is, not until Mum came into our lives.

Instead I spent most of my time asking questions and receiving no answers. They were mysterious people with the world held tight in their hands. They could do anything.

I wanted that ability too.

Of course, it would be some time before I realise what responsibilities that ability entailed. I thought that if I were powerful, I could look after myself and never get hurt again. But it just wasn’t true.

‘Boss, let’s play a bit of poker.’ Uncle Baba said one day.

‘No.’ Rejected.

Uncle Soryu looked up from his book and sent a disapproving look at him.

‘Baba, there is a child here.’

‘Poker is not for children.’ Uncle Mamo muttered sleepily.

Everybody shot Uncle Baba down for the suggestion.

‘I want to play! Can I play too?’ I shot my arm up and waved it around.

‘No.’ Rejected. Again.

‘Kid, you do not want to play poker. You’ll lose instantly.’ Uncle Mamo finally got up from the couch for the first time that day.

‘Whaaaaaaaaaaat?!’

‘Koro, he’s saying that you don’t have enough money to play.’ Uncle Ota was always a devil.

‘Now, now Ota, don’t be so mean to Kiki. She’s just curious,’ Uncle Baba crouched down onto his knee.

‘Princess, poker is an adult game but you’re more than welcome to watch!’ He was always the more kind adult in the group. But I know that they’re all kind… in their own special ways.

‘You can watch me! With you by my side, I’ll win for sure!’ Always jolly too. He slipped an arm around me and hugged me close while the other lingered in the air like a star performer.

‘Baba, you always lose.’ Uncle Ota quipped in a matter-of-fact tone.

‘I do not!’

‘Koro, come sit with me and I’ll let you play with the chips!’

‘Uhhhh….’

‘Stop it. You’re confusing her.’ Uncle Soryu was always a firm favourite of mine after Mum and Dad. I might even be so bold as to call him a secret crush.

‘That’s enough. Kiki, sit next to me and watch what I do.’ Dad ultimately came to my rescue and the game began.

‘So Kiki, first we all put in a certain amount of chips.’ Uncle Baba held up a white chip, a red chip, and a blue chip.

‘How many chips?’

‘However many you want. Boss always insists he go first.’ There was a glare involved.

’10 million.’

‘Can’t you lower the amount?’ Uncle Mamo never did have as much money as the others. But…

‘If you don’t have enough money you can leave. Or are you so poor that you have to use our money to live in this hotel?’ It was rare to see Uncle Soryu smirk so evilly.

But Uncle Soryu always “convinced” him to continue. And Uncle Mamo always rose to the bait.

He threw another red chip into the middle. Raising the stakes.

‘Ooooohhh, Mamo is getting ready to win!’

‘Even though we all know he’s going to lose. Just like you Baba! The old men always lose.’

‘Shut up!’

‘Hey! That’s so rude Ota!’

The game was under way, with Dad and Uncle Baba giving audible instructions on how to play. I suppose this game was what shaped me into the Tres Spades Casino Queen when an international poker competition was held at the hotel.

‘Alright, time to show hands.’

I remember lifting up my hands as if it was an order. I also remember everyone laughing because of my hands.

‘Not your real hands. The cards.’

‘Ooooohhhh.’ You can imagine how red I was and how deeply I had buried my face into the pillow on my lap.

Uncle Mamo lost, Uncle Ota had a Three of a Kind and Uncle Baba had One Pair.

It was down to Uncle Soryu and Dad.

‘If you win, you can have the property you’ve been pinning for.’

‘Very funny.’

Uncle Soryu had a Full House.

Dad had a Royal Straight Flush.

‘So… who won?’

Throughout the games that afternoon, I was snuggling closer and closer to Dad’s body. And, for once, he didn’t push me away.

I was grateful for it.

‘Here you go Dad! All neatly organised in alfabetisal order.’

‘Alphabetical order.’

‘That’s what I said, alfapetical order.’

‘……….’ I knew Dad was sighing inwardly but I was content with life at the time. I didn’t know the danger that would happen hours later.

For a while, Dad decided to put me to work, to make up for the fact that I couldn’t pay to stay in the hotel. It was a bit dick-ish on his part but at least he didn’t sell me at the auctions. Eventually, he became more caring towards me as time went on. Waking me up when I had nightmares, patting me on the head, allowing me to help clean the paper work in his office. He even took me outside once on an exploration trip to see potential buyers and land to put the Ichinomiya name on.

I thought that I could finally be free from the pain I received. For a little while, I forgot why I had run away and why I was broken. But they reminded me of what my worth was.

‘Baba and Ota are taking me shopping. Should I get you something?’

‘If you want to.’

‘Like what?’

‘Whatever you think I will like. And if I don’t like it, I will tell you.’

‘Yeah, okay. Alright, I’ll be back later! Don’t work too hard!’ I waved my hands at the doorway to the purple man behind the desk. He didn’t look up.

‘Why am I here?’ Uncle Mamo whined.

‘Because you were sleeping. You need to do more than just eating and sleeping.’ Uncle Baba said behind the steering wheel.

‘I have work to do!’

‘You don’t have a job!’ Uncle Ota declared.

‘Yes I do kid!’

I couldn’t help but laugh at the scene in front of me. Uncle Baba decided that we should all hang out for dinner and try his new recipe of dumpling stew so he dragged us out to go shopping. But apparently I was too curious for my own good. It wasn’t long before I had wandered off to a different section of the shop that I felt a hand cover my mouth with a drugged napkin. I saw them pass by a corner before slipping into unconsciousness.

I hated myself for believing that I had a chance to live freely.

I remember waking up in a warehouse. I was chained to the ground with cuffs around my ankles and wrists. The stone ground was cold and miserable. I had to force myself to sit up and was instantly sick on the floor beside me.

‘She’s awake.’

‘I can see that idiot. Call the woman.’

When I was done, I looked up to see masked figures and screamed. They wore grizzly bear masks but not the fun-loving cartoon kind. They had tortured looks on their faces and blood seemed to seep out of the eye hole cut outs. A 7-year-old’s imagination can speed towards any direction but I knew better. They were symbols of the family I had left behind.

I backed into the wall behind me, hoping that the wall would open up and I could get away.

‘You’ve caused a lot of trouble young missy. You’re mum is very worried about you. Why don’t you speak with her, you little rat? Hm?’ A raspy voice floated out of the mask but I couldn’t move my hands close enough to my ears. The man reached out towards me but I took a bite into his fingers before they could touch me.

‘Ah! Damn you!’ He stood up quickly, cradling his right hand, and kicked me in my ribs. He threw down a punch on my left cheek for good measure before stomping off.

I was so used to the pain that I stopped crying out back then. But I guess staying with the bidders softened me too much. I sobbed quietly, feeling a thin stream of blood trickle down my face, and remembering the masks.

They were quite literally called The Family. I was born into it after my “father” slept with his mistress while his wife was giving birth to his third child. Illegitimate and alone, I was abused mercilessly by my half-siblings and their mother. Father didn’t care about me, he only lived for women and alcohol. But he kept an iron-fist over a torturous empire dedicated to illegal smuggling of organs. They used the bloody bear masks to practically scare their victims to death.

They were proud butchers. All of them. I was ashamed of the torture that it became a threat to my life every day.

Death was at my doorstep until I could take it no more.

‘You disgusting child, you never should have been born!’

Finally, she broke after her children accused me of attempting to steal money from their safe. They all knew it wasn’t true. She knew it was not true. She reminded me my place in this world when she drew a katana out and slashed it down my eye.

It wouldn’t be until I meet Uncle Luke Foster, who gave me a new eye and got rid of the scar, where I erase all traces of The Family.

‘The woman said to cut up her body for parts and organs. There is an auction nearby where we can sell them.’

I know now that they were talking about Dad’s auctions but luckily for me, I would never be put on that stage, dead or alive.

Before the bone-saw was even picked up from a medical cart, the screeches of car tires echoed faintly. The ground seemed to rumble like an approaching earthquake when suddenly, Uncle Soryu’s black Bentley tore through the main doors, forcing it off its hinges completely.

Dust lifted up and invaded our lungs as gravity set in and plunged the remains of the doors into the ground. The car doors opened and Dad came out in such a stylish manner that I thought I was in a movie.

‘Kiki…’

‘Eisuke!’ We looked at each other for a brief moment, a brief look of anger on his face, before he turned to see the man standing by me with the saw.

Dad stepped forward with a briefcase when one of the henchmen pointed his gun at him.

‘Don’t move!’

‘Eisuke!’ Uncle Soryu had his gun on the henchmen who immediately started shaking under his intense gaze.

Dad opened the briefcase and slid it forward.

‘$30 million in cash. If you give me the girl.’

They started mumbling and whispering, wondering what to do. It was clear the money Dad offered was substantially more than what they were originally being paid. But what would a famous billionaire hotel mogul want with a battered child? Looking to their leader, many of the men waited for an answer.

He looked down at me for a moment but I didn’t dare make eye contact.

‘Fine. Take her. She’s as good as dead anyway.’ The masked man threw the saw down and slowly crept up to the briefcase. He kneeled down when a shout came from the back of the warehouse. A large group of men appeared from the shadows with guns aimed at the heads of the henchmen.

‘Don’t shoot! Drop your weapons and get down!’

‘Wha-‘ Uncle Soryu moved quickly and bashed his gun onto the man’s head. He fell unconscious.

‘Don’t be so surprised. The Ice Dragons can be very useful at times like these.’ Dad had a smug look on his face; he knew he had won.

‘Mafia?!’

‘The Ice Dragons?!’

‘What are they doing in Japan?!’

The henchmen struggled and muttered and whined as the Ice Dragons led them away.

‘What should I do with them?’ Uncle Soryu handcuffed the man and forced him to stand on his feet.

‘The usual.’

‘Fine.’

‘Hey princess, let’s get you out of there.’ Uncle Baba’s voice came from one of the masks and I almost screamed again.

‘Don’t worry! Look!’ He took it off and I was relieved.

‘Baba…’ He unlocked the cuffs and Dad helped me stand up.

‘How did yo-‘

‘After you went missing, we did some digging around.’ Uncle Baba said, dropping the mask onto the ground.

‘We found out about The Family and traced you to here.’ Uncle Soryu came forward after handing the unconscious leader to Uncle Inui.

‘How though?’

‘The pager Eisuke gave you.’ Uncle Ota pointed to the object in my pocket.

I looked up at the man.

‘I never lose what belongs to me.’

‘We were lucky they didn’t take the pager from you. We’re glad that you’re safe.’ Uncle Soryu smiled at me.

‘You came to save me?’ I grasped Dad’s hand and asked in a small voice.

‘What kind of owner would I be if I let you get yourself kidnapped?’ I heard groans from the others.

‘Eisuke….’

‘Boss, she’s not a pet.’

‘Hey, Koro belongs to all of us. Not just you Eisuke.’

‘Eisuke?’ I said.

‘What?’

‘Can I stay with you?’

Dad looked mildly taken aback but he regained his composure, took out his pocket handkerchief and dabbed it on my cheek.

‘Ow…’

‘Stay still.’

‘Yes, stay very still for me.’

We all turned our heads to the sound of the new voice. He stood there in front of the car. The glare of the knife against the moonlight shot into my eyes. I blinked multiple times in the hopes that I had imagined him. My birth father stood there glaring at me alone, ignoring the Ice Dragons around him.

‘Stay very still while I cut you up into thousands of little pieces you damned hell spawn.’ He spat out those words that I knew so well while I quivered. He was capable of violence in every way. There were many times when he killed servants or subordinates out of anger. He was even worse when drunk, I never forgot the day when he stumbled in intoxicated and killed my mother in front of me.

‘He’s mad.’ I heard Dad whisper as he positioned himself in front of me. Shielding me.

‘You’ll have to get through me if you want her.’ Dad stood his ground and stared the crazed man down, something no one has ever done. But all it did was enrage him further.

Everything happened so fast that day, that everything is still hazy even after 15 years. He charged at Dad while gun shots rung across the warehouse. Uncle Soryu stopped him, dodged the knife, and grabbed his wrist, pinning it behind him. But that man got free and elbowed Uncle Soryu in his stomach. Suddenly, they were grappling with a gun and, as Uncle Baba and Uncle Ota tried to get me away, a single shot hit me.

‘KIKI!’ I remember falling to the ground clutching my side and hearing the yells of everyone around me. Dad’s face was the last thing I saw before blacking out.

I thought I was dead for real; I guess he almost made good on his promise to kill me.

In the end, I never saw The Family again. While Dad was bribing the henchmen hired by my step-mother, Uncle Mamo and the police arrested The Family using proof given by Uncle Baba’s sources. Apparently, he smelled of alcohol too that night so to hear that Dad killed my birth-father gave me a sense of peace that I didn’t know I had the capacity to feel.

I spent 2 week recovering in a private hospital. I was grateful. They never left me alone, always watching over me. The bullet wound did a lot more damage than the staff thought but they patched me up really well. Later, I would ask Dad to send small gifts to them as a thank you for looking after me. One of the nurses said that I nearly died on the operating table and that it was a miracle I pulled through at all.

‘You must have a big will to live, my dear. I’m sure there is someone you are living for in this life.’

I was unconscious for a while in the hospital after the operation. But I clearly remember the things that Dad said when he thought I was asleep.

‘Getting yourself kidnapped, getting yourself shot, nearly dying during surgery, you’ve lived through so many incidents. That’s not even mentioning the abuse you suffered growing up. He was mad. Very mad. I saw it in his eyes the hate he had for you, for the world. A man like that never survives. Only people like you. People who brave through situations, no matter how horrible or tragic, get to live in this world. I should know.’

I felt my hand enclosed in his hands.

‘I lost my family when I was your age. But I was taken in by my adopted father who was a close friend of my dad’s. He raised me, gave me a home, and taught me how to take care of myself. I repaid all of his kindness for giving me a new chance at life. Now I want to do the same thing for you. You asked if you could stay with me. I don’t intend to let you go, not after all this. I promise I will raise you the same way Akira raised me so that you can say that you made it through your trauma. That you deserve a new chance at life. Besides, Baba would have my head if I let you go now. You’ve really wiggled your way into our hearts Kiki. And it’s not a bad thing.’

‘Eisuke? I’ll look after her, you can go back to the hotel.’ Uncle Mamo walked into the private suite, so I couldn’t answer him. But in my heart, I already did.

‘You alright?’

‘I’m fine.’

‘She’s a tough kid. She’ll wake up soon.’

‘Oh I know. I doubt after all this, she would give up that easily.’ The door closed as Dad left the hospital.

I never forgot his words but I also didn’t ever tell him I knew. Maybe he sensed that I was awake but didn’t say. Dad never mentioned it and I was too shy to bring it up.

Eventually, the wounds healed but my body was still scarred. I went back to the hotel after what felt like forever. They held a little party to celebrate my return but I think they just wanted an excuse to drink. The way they drunk alcohol was very different to what I was originally used to. For a moment, I thought they would become like my birth-father, but it turns out maybe he was just a violent drunk.

Hours later, Uncle Mamo started sobbing and Uncle Baba reflected on the meaning of life, often asking me if I knew the theory of evolution. I was 7 years old.

Uncle Ota went to sleep and Uncle Soryu only shook his head disapprovingly at the mess in front of him. Dad gave me orange juice and snacks until I started feeling sleepy. He carried me upstairs in his arms. I woke up cuddling Dad in his room the next morning.

I finally found the home that I had always wanted.

After Dad and I got ready in the morning, Mr Kenzaki came to the penthouse.

‘It is good to see you’re back in high spirits again Kiki.’

‘Thank you!’ I said while eating an apple.

‘Here sir, the documents you requested has arrived.’ He handed over a black folder and Dad opened it.

‘Good. You can leave.’

Mr Kenzaki bowed and I waved goodbye.

‘Kiki. Come here.’

I got off my seat on the couch and stood in front of him. Dad un-crossed his legs, turned me around and lifted me up onto his lap.

‘Bwah!’

‘Pfft, are you comfortable?’

‘Oh, yes!’ I replied, looking up at his face. He placed his hand on my head and turned it towards the black folder.

‘Do you know what this is?’

‘Important documents?’

‘Yes. Do you know what of?’

‘For new property?’

‘No.’

‘A contract with another company?’

‘No.’

‘A restraining order on Uncle Baba?’

‘Pfft, if only.’ Dad chuckled.

‘Then what is it?’

Dad put the folder on the couch and adjusted me around so that I could see him.

‘They are adoption papers.’

At the time, my brain blanked out for a second. I had absolutely no idea what it meant. Then it clicked.

‘Who are you adopting?’

‘You know the answer to this, dummy.’ Dad laughed at my dumb question and I asked another.

‘You’ll let me stay?’

‘You don’t need to live in fear anymore Kiki. I will raise you to become my heir to the Ichinomiya Group and the Tres Spades Hotel. There will be hardships but I’m not about to allow you to go.’ He smiled a rare smile at me. I cried horribly ugly kid tears. All the tension in my life suddenly melted away when Dad held me tight to his chest. He patted my head as I sobbed my heart out.

‘You don’t have a choice in the matter.’

You have no idea how many times he says this exact line, or maybe you do. It is indescribable the feelings and emotions I had that day. Somehow, I found myself a new family and a new father who would look after me and love me like a real father. I believed that the idea of a family didn’t exist but the truth is that it does. You just have to know where to look.

Mum was added into my family a year later. A year after that, Uncle Luke, Uncle Shu, and Uncle Hikaru completed my family.

Hi, my name is Kiki Ichinomiya, President of the Ichinomiya Group.

And I am the heir to the Hotel King’s legacy.

#kissed by the baddest bidder #eisuke ichinomiya #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb family #soryu oh #mitsunari baba #ota kisaki #mamoru kishi

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leoamber66 · 5 years

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The “Perfect” Family

A Ichinomiya Family drabble

Genre: Fluff

A special thanks to @the-voltage-diaries @lin-ful @otomemonogatari @tres-spades-hotel and @flatsuke motivating me to write this. Thank you guys :)

(B/N) = Baby’s name

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3:07 P.M.

“I get to hold him first.”

“You already held me when I was a baby, so it’s my turn.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her husband and older son who currently were in a heated debate on who was going to hold the baby first. She turned her gaze towards the bundle of joy sleeping peacefully in her arms.

He really does look like his father and brother...

(Y/N) thought to herself with a smile, when suddenly she felt the baby squirm.

“WAAAAHHH!!”

Eisuke and Eito immediately ceased their fighting and turned their attention towards the baby wailing in (Y/N)’s arms.

“You two scared him!”

“It was because of how loud this old man was being, the whole hospital probably heard him.”

“...”

Eisuke said nothing but glared at Eito scornfully. (Y/N) suppressed a laugh as she watched father and son desperately try to soothe the newest member of the family.

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7 months later...

“He’s my son, so of course he’ll said ‘daddy’ first.”

“He’s my little brother, so he’ll definitely say “brother” first.”

It was a peaceful morning, and Eisuke and Eito were at each others' throats as usual. This time their dispute was over what (B/N)’s first word would be.

They never change...

“Mama!”

(Y/N)’s cloud of thoughts was interrupted by her younger son and she looks at him with surprise. He giggled at the shocked looks on all their faces, and hugged his favorite stuffed animal.

“...!”

“...I can’t believe his first word wasn’t ‘brother’.”

(Y/N) was the first to snap back to reality and she walked over to (B/N), lifting him up into her arms. She cradled him close to her chest and kissed his forehead lightly. Then she flashed a victorious smirk at her husband and older son who were currently pouting at her.

“That’s my boy.”

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2 months after...

“He might have not said ‘brother’ first, but he’ll come to me for sure this time.”

“I don’t think so. This time victory will be mine.”

After several attempts, (B/N) finally had managed to stand up on his own. He was ready to take his first steps. The question was: Who would he go to?

“Over here (B/N)!”

(Y/N) sighed with mild exasperation as she observed them from the sofa. Eisuke and Eito stood on the opposite sides of the living room, trying to bait (B/N) with toys, snacks, and basically whatever they could find.

“(B/N) come to daddy. I’ll buy you Toys”R”Us.”

“Hey, bribery is cheating!”

There’s never a dull day with them, that’s for sure.

(B/N) kept turning his head looking at Eisuke and Eito before looking straight ahead. And then he took his first step, towards his mother.

“What!? Not again!”

“Damn it...”

Each step (B/N) took only made the smile on (Y/N)’s face grow. She opened up her arms as he got closer and called out in a gentle tone of voice.

“Come to Mama. Mommy loves you so much.”

Hearing this encouraged (B/N) to walk faster. After a few stumbles (B/N) reached his destination: into the arms of his loving mother. (Y/N) pulled him onto her lap and hugged him tightly, and as if on cue Eisuke and Eito let out a sigh of defeat simultaneously. They both walked over to (Y/N) and sat on either side of her.

“Come on guys, don’t pout.”

(Y/N) adjusted herself and embraced (B/N) with one arm while wrapping the other around Eito’s shoulder. She leaned over and kissed his forehead and than turned towards Eisuke and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“I’m not pouting, mom. I’m just glad that (B/N) at least didn’t go to that old man.”

“Watch your words, Eito.”

(Y/N) let out a small sigh as she prepared herself for another one of their ‘fights’.

We may not be the ideal family, but I wouldn’t have it any other way then this.

She smiled to herself wryly as she watched her boys bicker.

~Fin~

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This may have not came out the way I wanted, but here it is! Thanks for reading! :)

#kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #eisuke ichinomiya #eito ichinomiya #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb eito #kbtbb family #ichinomiya family #drabble #hhhhhhhh #sorry if it sucks #>.<#;-;

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neerons · 3 years

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Kissed by the Baddest Bidder ❤️

#drawing #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #mamoru kishi #soryu oh #kbtbb mc #mitsunari baba #eisuke ichinomiya #ota kisaki #voltage inc #otome game #love 365 #love 365 find your story #finished this in two days #they look like a big family

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lemmelynn · 3 years

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So pure, aww. Sorry, I just can't. Yuri's so cute! Luke's story was quite cool, actually. Just, I expected them to live in England and give their son more british name, but I can go with that. I'm really curious about Hikaru's story - I have to play it!

#kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb luke #luke foster #kbtbb eisuke #eisuke ichinomiya #kbtbb becoming the perfect family

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priskicastel · 3 years

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#kissed by the baddest bidder #voltage love 365 #voltage inc #kbtbb memes #kbtbb mc #eisuke ichinomiya #kbtbb eisuke #eito ichinomiya #becoming the perfect family #legendary meme #shitpost #discord shit #discord nonsense

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rhionhatter · 4 years

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Mc that’s gay

Anyways—Eisuke’s hot sure, but his sister is rlly cute 😳😳👉👈

I want to see more of her

#guess good looks run in the family #what if mc kissed her instead haha #jk...unless...?#kbtbb #yukari todo #i think that’s her chara name? i am so sorry 😔😔#rambles

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hobo4lyfe11 · 4 years

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WHOLESOME/10 🙌🏼

~The Baddest Care Anywhere: Eisuke~

#eisuke ichinomiya #being a sweet bean #and then soryu saying that #he would do it for publicity #is honestly perfect #mc trying to convince them #kbtbb eisuke #is genuinely a nice person #and no one believing her is so iconic #love all the family aspects of this #our boy is all grown #*wipes tear*#kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder

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sophiie2000 · 1 year

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She Should Be With Me ~ Ota

Hey!🩵

Finally getting around to posting Ota's story as part of this mini series. 😊

⛔️Trigger Warning! ~ Heavily implied and talks of violence, DV, self loathing. Please be aware of this before reading.⛔️

I really debated whether I would post this version or completely rewrite this entire fic. It heavily implies DV and briefly discusses the trauma/self loathing that comes from such relationships.

However, today marks 7 years of one of my own family surviving DV and making her break with both her and her child, so as it is a topic that really is close to my heart, it just felt right to keep it how it is.

The thoughts of the characters with how DV makes you feel are based on the emotions and beliefs my family member has described to me.

I do not claim to be an expert on DV or trauma. I am no trained expert. All I am aware of, is my own families experiences. ⚠️

As always, I included the link to the prologue below!⬇️⬇️

So far Eisuke, Mamoru, Soryu and now Ota have been posted, leaving just Baba's story to go! 😊

So this is...

Ota x MC

While there is jealousy, this story has much more focus on helping a loved one out of a harmful relationship.

Disclaimer ~ Characters belong to Voltage Inc

~ 4058 words

Everything fell silent. He could see the others lips moving. He knew they were making sound. Probably shouting various comments, voicing their surprise. Yet Ota could hear nothing. Nothing over the thumping of his own heart. The rapid ba-dums ringing in his ears. A throbbing pain started in his chest, as it tightened.

How long had he cherished MC? She had come to him when he was in such a low place, he guessed it was inevitable she would come to mean so much to him. But for him to have fallen in love? That had been the greatest shock to him.

Slapping on his usual angelic smile. Ota began to reminisce on the past few years, and how MC had become someone irreplaceable to him.

It had been months. Months since Ota had touched a paintbrush. Months since he could bring himself to look at a canvas. The media were having a field day with his lack of released works. He could still see the headlines now. “ANGELIC ARTIST A FRAUD?!” and “WILL OTA KISAKI, THE ANGELIC ARTIST, EVER PAINT AGAIN?”.

Despite not painting, Ota still carried a pad and pencil with him wherever he went. Was it habit? Or was it hope that something, somewhere would trigger his spark for drawing.

Ota was always doodling some sort of design. Nothing he would publish. But just random everyday things he saw. Such as the calloused hands of the food vendor on the street. The silhouettes of the happy couple he had witnessed on their first date. The swaying cherry blossoms, just starting to see their petals drop.

His designs, they were all drawings which to anyone else would be perfect. Yet for Ota… they lacked something. They had no depth. Was it his strict parents who were both top of their own fields that had left Ota with such a perfectionist trait? Or was he just hard on himself because he wanted to show his teacher he had been right when he believed Ota had the talent to be the best during this time?

One particular day Ota had entered a coffee shop a short distance from the hotel. He took a seat in the corner of the café, out of the way, somewhere he would be less likely to be spotted. After his coffee arrived, his eyes roamed the café.

Until they stopped.

There, in the opposite corner of the café sat a lone woman. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulder, tucked neatly behind her ear. She was beautiful. To Ota, she was as bright as the sun, or the brightest star in a clear night sky. He was drawn to her like a magnet. He watched as she enjoyed her coffee. She appeared to be doodling on a pad. Her face held a beautifully concentrated focus. Ota felt mesmerised, and before he knew what he was doing, he too was sketching. Forming on his pad, was the beautiful woman who had captured his attention so fully. And for the first time in months, something sparked in his creative mind.

By the time Ota had finished, his coffee was cold and the woman was gone. His shoulders slumped knowing he’d missed his chance to say hello to the mystery woman. But for the first time in months, a genuine smile featured on his face as he gazed at the drawing he had just completed.

For the next few weeks, Ota had similar experiences. He would casually find himself in the same locations as the mystery woman. It was genuine coincidence that he found her again and again. But to him, it felt like fate. After a few weeks, he had pages of various drawings of the woman he had watched from afar.

They were all of her completing mundane tasks. Grocery shopping, buying food from the street vendor, sitting on a park bench doodling, picking flowers, texting on her phone. Nothing particularly special, but yet these drawings, to Ota, were the best he had done.

The next place Ota spotted the woman surprised him. He was walking through the hotel lobby when three employees walked in to begin their shift. As always, he plastered on the angelic smile to greet the maids. But suddenly he froze. Were his eyes deceiving him? There with the other two maids, wearing the same uniform, was the lone woman he had been drawing these last few weeks. She was a maid at the hotel?! All this time she had been right next to him?

He raced back up to the lounge where he knew Eisuke was. He had to find out who this woman was.

When Ota showed Eisuke his drawings, Eisuke seemed pleased.

“Who is she, Eisuke?” He asked, desperate to find out the name of the woman who had reignited his creative flame.

“Her names MC. She’s a good employee. Why do you ask?” Eisuke smirked, testing Ota.

“Introduce us. Please.” Ota practically pleaded with Eisuke, which made his smirk deepen. He pulled out his phone and after 2 short rings he issued his command.

“Kenzaki, bring MC up here for me immediately”.

Ota sat patiently waiting. The 5 short minutes they waited had felt like hours. When the door opened the lone woman walked in quietly. Ota caught his breath. She was breathtakingly beautiful. A natural beauty. And the brightness he had seen before seemed to have grown. He couldn’t remove his eyes from her.

“Mr Ichinomiya, you wished to see me” she spoke. Even her voice, to Ota, was gentle, sonorous like an angel.

“First, coffee.” Eisuke instructed. MC seemed to be accustomed to this command. She even knew exactly how Eisuke had his coffee, which surprised Ota. How well did they know each other?

“Your coffee, Mr Ichinomiya… Sir.” MC placed a coffee in front of both men before Eisuke gestured for her to take a seat beside Ota.

“MC, the man sat beside you is Ota Kisaki, I’m sure you recognise him as both the angelic artist and one of our VIP guests. He asked me to introduce you both”

“Eis—I mean Mr Ichinomiya, w-why me?”

“MC it is ok, you can call me Eisuke when here. Ota state your business.”

“Do you two know each other?” Ota asked looking between MC and Eisuke.

“Our parents were good friends, when MC’s sadly passed away I brought her here to the hotel so she had work and a place to live. So, you could say we are friends” Eisuke replied, smiling kindly in MC’s direction. “Now, MC came all the way up here Ota, state your business”.

“Oh… yes right. MC, I’m Ota and I’d like you to take a look at a few of my drawings before I ask you something. Please, consider what I have to say before you say anything.” Ota pleaded slightly, and MC, confused, nodded.

Ota showed MC his drawings of her from the last few weeks. With each new drawing, the confusion but also surprise in MC’s eyes intensified.

“A-are they all of me?” MC exclaimed, looking up at Ota.

“Yes… you see, whenever I saw you I just had this urge to draw. I haven’t felt this creative urge in months. So please, please would you consider agreeing to be a model for my drawings? A couple of hours 2 or 3 times a week. We could talk pay?”

Eisuke and MC looked at each other and laughed. Ota was confused. Why were they laughing?

“No, we don’t need to talk pay” MC responded, still giggling.

“But please--!” Ota began to beg before Eisuke stopped him.

“Ota don’t beg. She isn’t saying no to modelling for you”

“She isn’t?” Ota looked bewildered, both Eisuke and MC smiled, chuckling again.

“No, she’s a nice girl Ota. She’ll help you out, won’t you MC”

“If you really think I’m good enough as a model for your art, I would happily help you” MC smiled.

And that smile was the beginning of Ota’s fall. As the weeks turned to months, and months turned to a year, then another and another, MC did as she promised. She sat and modelled however Ota asked for a couple of hours, 3 times a week.

As they got to know each other better, their time together wasn’t just spent modelling and drawing. MC had shown Ota her own drawings, and while she hadn’t been too happy with them, Ota could see she was talented, she just needed guidance to reach her potential.

So, Ota taught her. He showed her better techniques, gifted her better utensils, offering her guidance. During this time, she showed him smiles so full and bright, that falling in love with her was inescapable.

Ota could feel himself tensing. He had known about Mason, of course he had. But knowing about Mason was never going to be enough to prevent him falling so completely for her.

And if she was going to move in with him, Ota feared he would lose everything. His best friend, his muse, the woman he loved. All would disappear. All at once.

“No.” One voice sounded above the others. Eisuke’s.

“What do you mean, ‘no’? It is hardly your decision Eisuke” MC responded angrily. She was the only person capable of standing up to Eisuke. Perhaps due to knowing each other since childhood.

“I mean no. MC think about everything you have told us about him. I have tried to be patient and wait for you to end this farce of a relationship, I have kept quiet and kept out of your business. However, if you are serious about moving in with him, then I will step in and prevent that.” Eisuke spoke with authority. He spoke of everything each of the others were thinking but did not say themselves.

The truth was, Mason was controlling and had on occasion been physically violent towards MC. The guys had all at one point had to step him to keep MC from being badly hurt.

Without fully controlling and watching her constantly, they couldn’t stop her from sneaking out to meet him.

The decision to move in together, would prevent them from having any ability to protect her.

It had been Ota who first told Eisuke he suspected MC was being mistreated. Cuts and bruises on her arms, legs and back were visible on occasion when she was modelling for him.

When he asked her about them she brushed him off. “Oh, I’m just clumsy” or “Must have been while I was working”. Typical responses she would give.

“You can’t stop this Eisuke… it’s already happened. Anyway, things will get better living together. He won’t be worrying about what I’m doing all the time because I will be there at home”

“MC… don’t you see how that’s another way he will control you?” Ota tried to intervene, offer a calmer voice. But Eisuke wouldn’t have it.

“Shut it Ota. MC this man has hurt you. He controls you. We care about you MC. Too much to let you go and live with that man. I’m sorry, truly, but I can’t let you put yourself in danger any longer. You are to stay here, until we have spoken about this properly. In one of the suites here in the penthouse. You choose.”

“Dammit Eisuke!” Anger boiled in MC’s eyes, Ota was glad Eisuke was intervening but he hated seeing MC hurt.

“She can stay with me.” Ota spoke up, and everyone looked towards him. MC momentarily seemed to calm down at that thought. “Makes sense, she spends a lot of time with me anyway with the art stuff”

“Fine, I’ll stay with Ota. For now.” MC barked before storming off. Everyone watching after her.

“She’ll understand, I’m just doing what is best for her.” Eisuke stated, his eyes focusing in the direction she left.

“You’re doing the right thing.” Ota replied, following after MC.

A few hours had passed since Eisuke had placed MC under 'house arrest'. Ota had sat on the sofa in his suite silently sketching as he waited for MC to come out of the bathroom she had locked herself in.

His blank page had soon been filled with a silhouette drawing of MC sitting in a windowsill.

He was just beginning to add the finishing touches when he heard the sound of the bathroom lock clicking open.

Looking up he saw MC emerge, looking sheepish. Placing his sketchpad on the table, Ota headed into the kitchen and prepared two coffees.

“Thank you” MC whispered as she gratefully accepted the drink from him. A satisfied sigh leaking from her lips after the first sip.

Ota noticed she had begun to relax and so he silently continued to sketch. He figured he would wait for her to be ready to speak.

Although, he did not have to wait for long.

“I know Eisuke and you guys are only looking out for me…”

“Mhm” Ota replied, letting her know he was listening. Encouraging her to continue.

“I know I need to be away from Mason… I know how he treats me is wrong. But I’m scared, Ota… he knows where I am at all times. When I’ve been around you guys, his behaviour is worse… I thought leaving was the right thing. I thought… I thought I could help him, make things easier for him” MC stuttered, weeping as she spoke.

“MC… there is no way we could rightly let you go back. We have made that mistake too many times. You aren’t safe there. And you’re telling me you’re scared? That alone tells me Eisuke is doing what is best, not letting you leave.”

“But Ota… if I don’t go… he’ll just get angrier…” MC cried.

“That is why it is safest for you to stay here. He can’t get you if you are here. I promise, you’re safe here with me… *cough* I mean with us” Ota hastily corrected himself, dragging MC into a warm, tight embrace.

The scent of her perfume filled his senses. She smelt like cherry blossoms. The smell warming Ota’s heart. It made him wish to hold on tighter. Although, truthfully, it wasn’t the nostalgic smell that he wished to hold on to so dearly.

It was her.

This beautiful, wonderful woman who had come into his boring life, and filled it with so much joy. So much colour.

Someone like her crappy boyfriend, who didn’t know how to treat her properly was undeserving of such an angel. He would cherish her. He would love her how she deserved to be loved. Treat her with the care and kindness she warranted. She should be with him, he thought.

As he felt MC return his embrace, Ota placed a tender kiss to her forehead. Feeling her nuzzle into his touch, he lingered. Bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. The action bringing a blossom pink blush to them. A look that made her all the more endearing.

As MC looked up into Ota’s eyes, he brought his forehead to rest against hers. Everything felt right. In that moment, Ota felt like they were connecting on a deeper level. Her eyes hadn’t left his.

Her wide eyes, beckoned him closer.

And closer…

Until.

“I need to go speak to Eisuke!” MC suddenly pulled herself away.

Out of his embrace. Ota was shocked for a moment. Frozen in place. Before he suddenly nodded, agreeing.

MC hurried from his suite, not before sparing one last glance in his direction.

Was her heart racing like his? He hadn’t imagined that moment, had he? They were… they were about to kiss?

Right?

It had been a few days since Ota and MC almost shared their would-be kiss.

Things had been relatively normal between them. They still spent their free time drawing together, with Ota teaching MC better techniques, while MC modelled for his art.

MC had spoken with Eisuke and apologised for her outburst. She was honest with how she was feeling, and had explained to Eisuke she was actually grateful that they would be helping free her from a relationship which had been making her miserable for a long time.

While they may have gotten her out of the home she had been in. They were having to keep her hidden away in the penthouse.

Particularly since Mason’s anger at her being taken from him was at its peak. He was sending horrid messages. Angry phone calls. Creating disturbances in the hotel.

All the while, Ota ensured MC was with him safe, while Eisuke and the others prevented Mason from getting any closer.

Mamoru had actively encouraged MC to report the harassment she was receiving. However, she blamed herself for his temper and outbursts.

She was the one who was abandoning him. She was the one who had moved in with him one second, and disappeared the next.

Yes, it was unhealthy. Yes, she knew that it was unsafe for her to return. But logic defied her. Logic wasn’t enough to make her feel like she was doing the right thing. For both her and Mason.

She had almost gone back.

A number of times she almost broke down and returned.

See that’s the hold these people hold over you. They are capable of making you blame yourself. Making you think that they need you, to be ok. When in reality they are taking every ounce of your confidence, worth, belief. Destroying it, until you rely on them solely.

This was something Ota and the others had been showing MC she was better than. That she was worth something. That she mattered.

To Ota… she was everything. And he was adamant he would make sure he built her back up. Build her confidence, show her how much she was worth. Help her believe in herself again.

And he would do it in the only way he knew how.

His art.

A few months had passed since the bidders had pulled MC out of her relationship.

After a month and a half Mason finally gave up.

He stopped messaging, calling, showing up at the hotel. He had suddenly become eerily silent.

Ota had had to promise MC that Eisuke and Soryu had not ‘taken care of’ Mason. Although, he couldn’t promise that they had not given him a helping hand in encouraging him to back off.

After 2 months, MC had moved back into the staff dorms. Back into her old room. Ota missed her company in his suite. It was quiet without her. But it did give him the time to work alone on his creation.

After deciding he was going to show MC exactly what she meant to him, he had begun designing his largest art piece yet.

He was creating a time lapse piece. Each canvas displayed a different part of the story.

From a young girl falling in love, to the pain of being trapped in a controlling relationship, to finally breaking free, and ending with the beauty of a woman as bright as the sun, walking to her future.

He was detailing her story. He wanted to show her just how magnificent she had become, how brightly she shone. Show her she was worth so much more than what she had once believed.

He called the piece…

A journey to self-love.

Each stroke of his paintbrush had been filled with his love for MC. Every dab of paint and colour held greater meaning than any piece he had completed before.

Every section had a purpose.

It was his greatest masterpiece. Just as she had become his greatest love.

When Ota had finally completed the piece, he invited the bidder’s to be the first to view it. He could guarantee they would be honest with him. They would tell him if he had captured the essence of what he wanted.

Especially Eisuke. His harshest critic. Particularly where MC was concerned.

Everyone was silent as they walked around the gallery. Moving from one canvas to the next. Ota could see in their eyes they were moved. They were impressed.

Eisuke had stopped in front of the last canvas. His eyes seemed softer as they gazed at the detailed painting of MC. Ota knew he was gazing at her with the care and love of an older brother.

The other bidder’s left, leaving the pair alone in front of the final canvas.

Ota waited with bated breath. What would he say?

“It’s perfect. You truly captured her journey. Thank you.” Eisuke whispered, eyes still focused on the canvas, before he continued. “She’s in love with you, too, you know. She told me, about your almost kiss… that was when she realised” Ota’s breath hitched. He had hoped, but was never certain. “Look after her”.

“I will.” Ota replied, a smile gracing his features. “Do you think she’ll like it?” He asked nervously.

“Mhm” Eisuke nodded, the gruffness back in his voice. Finally, he turned away from the canvas. Placing one strong hand onto Ota’s shoulder, before striding from the gallery.

All that was left for Ota to do now… was show MC. He desperately hoped she would like it, and understand how he feels.

Ota kept his hands covering MC’s eyes. She giggled as he awkwardly tried to lead her into the gallery. He placed her in front of the first canvas. Taking a deep breath, he whispered quietly into her ear.

“This is my greatest masterpiece…” slowly releasing her eyes.

The time MC took to adjust to the light felt like eternity to Ota, as he waited for some sort of reaction from her. Anything.

He watched as she took in each canvas. Spending time to truly appreciate each, and every one. Each stroke. Each detail.

The way she always took her time when observing his art always filled Ota was glee and satisfaction. For her, his muse, his love, to enjoy his creations… well, it filled his heart.

Ota noticed the changes in MC’s features as she went from one canvas to the next.

How she smiled in reminiscence at the young couples love blooming. How her features darkened and her smile faded at the young woman being trapped. The way her eyes shook with unhealed pain as she observed the pain the woman in the painting felt too.

And finally, he saw as her eyes glistened with unshed tears, sparkled with joy, as she observed the final canvas. The canvas which showed the woman as bright as the sun, journeying on into a better future.

MC turned to Ota, but before she could say anything he pulled her into a crushing embrace.

“You are incredible, MC. You have come so far. You are worth so so much. You truly do shine brighter than the sun, and I just needed you to know, just how amazing you are. How much you mean to—” Before Ota could finish, MC interrupted him.

With a kiss.

A deep, all consuming, kiss.

The softness of her lips pressing to his own, filled Ota to the brim. A satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he joined her in deepening their kiss.

Their tongues danced together to the beat of their own song. His hands snaking around her waist to pull her to him. He felt as her body shivered in obvious pleasure.

After what felt like forever, yet not long enough, they pulled away from each other.

“Thank you, Ota” MC whispered, as she attempted to calm her breathing. A single tear drop rolling down her fevered stained cheek.

Ota reached up, gently caressing her cheek, as though to dry her tears. He peppered featherlight kisses to her eyelids, cheeks, forehead, nose. The gesture resulting in a soft giggle from his loves lips.

“I love you, MC” Ota finally breathed the words he hadn’t dared share in the years he had known her. “I always have. Please, please let me continue to love you”

“I love you too, Ota. So much”.

Her honest, heartfelt declaration brought immense joy to Ota. He lifted her up into his arms before crashing his lips to hers once again.

Finally, the angelic artist had captured the heart of his muse. His love. His sunlight.

And like how his art would remain part of this world, he hoped their love too, would never fade.

#kbtbb fanfic #kbtbb ota #kissed by the baddest bidder #kissed by the baddest bidder fanfic #voltage fanfic #voltage inc #voltage otome #love 365 #voltage games #kbtbb #ota kisaki

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bmpmp3 · 4 years

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SPENT like all day lying down cause it's 40 degrees out BUT I feel like talking about a voltage route I read a while ago TAKI taki in Kings of Paradise it was free a few weeks or months ago

IT WAS fine my previous experience with KOP was that one fucker the director? I think he's a director? The flirty one? I was Not Into It....not to be a whore but the MC should run away with me instead, drop that zero and get with the hero..................ANYWAY i dunno it was boring and I hated that dudes (I think it was shun) shuns characterization dhdbsnsnsnfbdbsn he was like shitty to the main character in a way that was too much? For me at least SO I was glad that Takis route had a lot more classic voltage charm and was just kinda fun LIKE yeah the premise wasn't my thing it was just sorta like rich boy horny stuff that's cool not my jam but might be your jelly BUT it was fun enough, taki had some cute moments it was chill but that's not really why I wanted to talk about his route THE REASON I wanted to talk about taki was because his edgy anime boy past relationship damage was Genuinely the funniest thing I've ever seen CAUSE LIKE

imagine.....imagine you see ur date get kissed by some dude when meeting up for a date and you ghost that girl without asking anything about it and fuckin go on a mad dash to become super rich and successful to show off how COOL and SEXY you are and you meet up with the girl later and shes like bro remember when you stood me up and some guy came over tryna kiss me? Man that sucked and you just have this realization you've been working half your life to show up the haters for it to turn out to be some soap opera "WAIT I CAN EXPLAIN" "I think I've seen ENOUGH" *slams door* trope this whole time.......The dramatic irony of it all............it's so funny

#i dunno i think one of the reasons i havent been into kop is cause it tries so hard to be 'realistic' and 'grounded'#which is fine but also that seems to translate to 'tumultuous relationships where you cant actually feel the love' a lot of the time?#i dunno its not that i dont have fun with messy or even genuinely fucked up relationships in otome games (my love for toma in amnesia shzdj)#but like it has to be keyword fun yknow?#sometimes it feels like im watching my aunts and uncles upcoming divorce at a family reunion #with anime boys #yknow? i dunno im a little stupid #i did try to read yosukes route but i didnt finish oof maybe ill go back to it someday ...maybe #another reason i wasnt into kop was cause it was like kbtbb but without the batshit NUTS plots #like if theres no cults that the majn characters have to defeat whats the POINT #jk #or am i.........#anyway yeah takis route was fine~#yosukes looks like it might be fine too (fucked up definitely but like....maybe interestingly written? maybe)

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tres-spades-hotel · 5 years

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Becoming the Perfect Father: Making Time for You

Thanks to @leoamber66 @flatsuke and @otomemonogatari for having our conversation about Eisuke and families within the Bidder Universe. Apparently this is a famous blog so I thought I should try not to disappoint! Hope you all enjoy it!

We moved to New York recently and I met my new tutor. I kicked up a fuss when Daddy said I had to go to school so he hired an elderly woman to tutor me and a few other children from rich families for a while as I get comfortable with the city. But every time I come home, this happens…

I open the penthouse door, feeling the weight of my backpack on my back. Daddy and all my uncles are inside.

“Daddy! I’m home!” I squeal out happily. I ran to my adoptive father, Eisuke Ichinomiya, and kissed him lightly on his cheek.

“Hm, how was your day?” He asks.

“It was good!” I respond. Uncle Baba and Uncle Ota wave at me with exasperated looks while standing by the windows.

“Hello?! What about us?” Uncle Baba asks with a frown on his face. I giggle and run over to them, hugging them each.

“Hello to both of you!” I say.

“At least acknowledge our presence. We matter too!” Uncle Baba says dramatically.

I laugh and look around. Everyone rolls their eyes and shakes their heads. I run over to Dad, putting my backpack down by the couch, and tug on his sleeve.

“Daddy, will you play with me now?” I ask hopefully. To my disappointment, Dad says:

“I’m busy.” And promptly returns his eyes to his tablet. This happens almost all the time whenever I want to spend time with my father. The man who saved me from the streets. So I decide to do what any kid would do. Get revenge.

The next day…

“I’m home!” I skip into the penthouse as usual and see the usual faces. Like every day, I greet everyone starting with Dad, then put my bag down. But instead of asking Daddy if he would play with me, I walk over to Uncle Soryu. He looks up from his phone as I approach him.

“Uncle Soryu! Could you help me read some books my tutor gave me? They’re really hard and I need help.” I ask. I once found Uncle Soryu’s book collection and spent the whole day reading with him so, whenever I need help learning to read harder books for homework, he helps me as much as he can.

He smiles softly at me. “Of course Kiki. Let’s go to my room, it’ll be quieter in there.”

“Yay!” I take his hand when he stands up and pick up my backpack. As I pass by Dad, I see an annoyed face in the corner of my eye. And I know that Dad is watching us leave.

When we got into Uncle Sor’s room, I take out the books I was given by Mrs Sands.

“Too bad they’re not detective stories, I would have aced them no problem!” I say, pouting slightly as Uncle Soryu opens the book to the first page.

“Hm, too bad indeed. Still, the detective genre in itself is a hard-fictional topic to read so I think you’re already well on your way to becoming a reading star.” He says, patting my head.

“Thanks Sor!”

The next day…

I was given homework to learn about famous artists in history. Luckily enough for me, I have an uncle who is a famous artist.

“Uncle Ota!” I shout as I run into Uncle Ota’s suite. I find him and Uncle Baba sitting on the couch in the living room, looking bored as usual.

“What?”

“I have homework that I need help with.” I say.

“I think you came to the wrong person for that.” Uncle Baba says as he frowns and Uncle Ota narrows his eyes in response.

“Excuse me? I can help Kiki with her homework.”

“It’s my art homework.”

“See? I’m the expert in art.”

“I could help you Kiki. I know a few things about art.”

“Stealing paintings isn’t the same as knowing art Baba.” Uncle Ota mutters something under his breath.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing! What’s the homework on?” Uncle Ota says, flashing me his signature smile even though I know it’s a devil in angel attire.

“I need to research 5 famous artists in history. I figured you would know about that kind of thing.” I say, sitting in between them on the soft couch.

“I know a few. Which one do you want to learn?”

“Which one will get me praise from my tutor?”

Later that night, I’m sitting in my room writing up the information Uncle Ota told me.

“So Edvard Munch painted the Scream which is the second most famous painting after the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci…” I mutter to myself. Suddenly, Dad walks into my room and I look up.

“Hi Dad!”

“Hm, what are you doing?” He sits on my bed and I turn towards him from my desk.

“I’m doing my art homework.”

“Why did you have Ota help you with your homework? I would have helped you.” He says in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Because you would have said you were busy.” I respond in the same matter-of-fact tone. He narrows his eyes before chuckling.

“I would have helped.”

“Sure you would have Dad.” I turn back around to my homework and roll my eyes. Once I hear his light footsteps and the closing of my bedroom door, I sigh.

I knew this would happen eventually since it was my plan to spend time with everyone except for Dad. This would make him feel bad about not spending time with me and in turn, make him spend more time with me when I ask.

The next day…

I come home to find Dad on the phone to someone.

“No, put pressure on them to do this…” Dad glances at me and I wave at him. He continues with his conversation so I decide to go over to Uncle Shuichi, who is reading a newspaper.

I sit next to him and whisper, “Are you busy Uncle Shu?”

He folds his newspaper away.

“Not particularly. Why?” He responds. “Well, some of my friends were teasing me yesterday because I don’t know how to play chess.”

“I suppose you would like me to teach you?” I nod a yes and he picks up his newspaper.

“Alright, let’s go to my room. I have a chess set in there.” I smile and follow Uncle Shuichi out of the penthouse, feeling Dad’s eyes on my back as I leave the room.

“So, the bishop cannot move forward or back directly. They can only move diagonally?” I ask, looking over the chess board as Uncle Shuichi plays a match with Uncle Hikaru.

“Yes, the bishop has to move diagonally and can replace any other piece that is in its way.”

“Chess becomes easier when you understand and play it enough Kiki.” Uncle Hikaru says, moving his pawn forward.

“I see…” I mutter to myself while taking a mental note of the basics. Suddenly, Dad walks into the room.

“Kiki, let’s go.”

“Why? Where?” He takes my hand and pulls me out of the room. I hear Uncle Shuichi whisper, “That possessive….” before the door shut.

“What were you doing with them?” Dad demanded.

“We were playing chess. Why?”

“You could have asked me to teach you to play chess.”

“But you were on the phone to someone. And you were busy.” He frowns in response and I skip ahead into the penthouse lounge.

The next day…

I walk slowly down the stairs from Dad’s penthouse suite, carrying some textbooks on biology, and hear Dad talking sternly to Uncle Luke.

“Luke? Are you listening to me? You have some surgeries to do next week and…” Dad continues to talk but Uncle Luke, like always, ignores Dad as if he isn’t there and carries on reading his medical book. I take the opportunity to tap Uncle Luke lightly on his shoulder.

“Uncle Luke?” I ask and he looks up from his book.

“Yes Kiki?”

“I was hoping you could teach me some stuff about the human body? My tutor taught me some things but I want to learn it in more detail since it sounded interesting to me.”

In response, Uncle Luke smiles at me.

“Of course. Let’s go to my clinic.”

“Why does Luke only listen to Kiki? He ignores us all the time but as soon as she starts talking to him, he starts listening to her.” Uncle Ota complains. Everyone sighs as Uncle Luke takes my hand and as we leave the penthouse, I swing our arms.

“The human body is quite extraordinary. There are 300 bones in the human body from birth.”

“Really?! That’s a lot!” I exclaim to him. I’m sitting on the bed in the clinic as Uncle Luke points to various places on the fake (?) skeleton.

“Once the body has reached adulthood at the age of 25, we are left with 206 bones.”

“How 206 from 300?” I ask.

“Because some bones fuse together during the development years. But make sure you remember that 206 is not the total. There are many other bones in the human body which are not counted.”

“So we have more than 206 bones technically?”

“Yes. Give or take.”

“Wow!”

“Yes, the human body is very fascinating.”

“Hey doc I need some help.” Suddenly, Uncle Mamoru walks in with blood on his arm.

“Mamoru? What happened? Sit down.” Uncle Mamoru sits next to me holding his arm.

“Hey kid.”

“Hello, what happened? Why are you bleeding?” I ask.

“Ah it’s complicated kid.” Uncle Luke comes over with some bandages.

“I was doing some work for Eisuke and he tried legging it. I caught him but he was swinging a knife around. I was lucky not to get stabbed that hard.” Uncle Mamoru explains.

“I see, well it’s not a deep cut so it will heal soon.”

“Thanks doc. And kid, what are you doing here?”

“I’m learning science.”

“Science makes my head hurt.” He says, rubbing his eye.

“Pfft, you know, it’s funny to see you talk about work Uncle Mamo when you sleep so much!” Luke and I giggle and he huffs in response.

The next day…

Grandpa Eiji came to visit us while I was in my lessons. So when I opened the door to see him with Dad and the others, I was visibly shocked. Dad turned his head to see me and he laughed.

“What a funny face.” I pout in response but run inside anyway, leaving my bag at the door.

“Grandpa!” I scream and run right into his outstretched arms.

“Haha, hello there Kiki! How are you?” He asks, kissing my forehead.

“I’m okay! I just finished learning about electricity!”

“Oh really? And what exactly did you learn?”

“That it doesn’t take much to make a lightbulb work.”

“Haha! It took quite a lot to make it work when it was being invented Kiki. But that’s for another time, come sit.”

I noticed Dad was looking as sour as a lemon so I kissed his cheek like I always do.

“Turn that frown upside down!” I say and he pinches my cheeks in response.

“Stwap ift Ded!” I tried to say. Suddenly, a video call request popped up onto Dad’s tablet screen and he promptly removed his thin fingers from my face. I rub my cheeks, pouting as I know what’s going to happen next.

“Hm, I’ll be back soon.” Dad says and goes into his office, shutting the door.

“Is your father always like this?” Grandpa Eiji asks. I nod and I crawl onto his lap.

“Every time I want to play with Daddy, all he does is say that he’s working.”

He was quiet for a moment before speaking. “When I was a little older than your father, I always put down my work for him whenever he wanted to play or my wife, his mother, needed some time to herself. There was never a point that I said my work was more important than him or our family. Remember Kiki, family is the most important thing to anyone. So always treasure the time you have.”

“How can I do that if Dad won’t even play with me?” He only sighed. “Do you remember when we first met?”

“In the restaurant? Yes. I was very nervous to meet you that I stayed around the corner of the wall even when Dad told me to come out.”

“It wasn’t that long ago was it?”

“Nope! But now I love you very much!” I said, getting up and hugging him with all my might.

He laughed and asked, “May I ask, why were you so nervous that day?”

I looked down onto my lap and fiddled with my fingers. I mumbled, “I was afraid you wouldn’t like me.”

“Why?”

“Because Dad adopted me. Because I’m not actually his daughter. And that you would say I’m not worthy to be his daughter. And I love being his daughter! I take a lot of pride in being his daughter!”

“You have every right to be proud of being Eisuke’s child. I have never and will never say or think such things. You know Eisuke is adopted to?”

“Yes, to Grandpa Akira.”

“Akira raised Eisuke while I was… away but that doesn’t mean I’m upset that he did that in place of me. In the same way, I am not upset that Eisuke is raising you in place your parents. In fact, I am very proud that he is doing it, like Akira did for him.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Now…’ Grandpa Eiji boops my nose and says, ‘Let me tell you some stories from when Eisuke was a kid...”

A few hours later…

When I come downstairs in the afternoon, there is no one to be found. I sit on the couch and think about the past week. I know Dad is annoyed with how much time I’m spending with everyone. But this is payback for his constant refusal to play or hang out with me. Suddenly, someone walks into the lounge.

“Hi, I’m here to clean the room….” She walks in with her maid trolley and I jump off the couch.

“Mummy!” I run over to her and hug her tightly.

“Hello hon, where is everyone?” I shrug my shoulders.

“I don’t know, I just came down for a break from my homework. Grandpa Eiji went off for some work or something.”

“I see, well I suppose I should start cleaning. This is probably the only time I’ll have to some peace and quiet! Do you want anything?” She asked, smiling down at me.

“Some apple juice please!” I say and sit back down on the couch. Mum walks over with juice and some snacks.

“Thank you!” I say happily. She kisses my head and starts to clean the room. Mama isn’t really my mum yet. She’s still engaged to Dad but I already consider her my mother. We talk about lots of things, including talk about Dad.

“You know sweetheart, your Dad is quite upset since you’ve been ‘distancing’ yourself from him.” Mum uses the bunny rabbit fingers and I giggle.

“It’s not my fault Daddy doesn’t make time for me.” I pout in response. She gives me a look and I just shrug in response.

“Are you going shopping later Mum?” I ask, wiping my face of crumbs.

“Yes sweetie. I have to buy some coffee beans plus some vegetables for dinner tonight. Why?”

“Can I come with you? I haven’t left the hotel in forever!” I exaggerate, opening my arms as if the length of my hands apart shows time. Mama giggles at me.

“Well… as long as you’ve finished your homework…” She decides.

“Sure! I’m almost done anyway.”

Later, Mum picks me up and we go to the nearest supermarket. When we leave, laughing about something that Uncle Baba and Uncle Ota did to Uncle Sor, we see a limo parked by the kerb.

“There you both are. What took you so long?” Dad emerges from the car and I run to him.

“Daddy!” I hug him tightly.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to pick you both up. Who knows what would happen if I continue to leave you both on your own?” I huff in response and he lightly pushes me into the car.

While we’re on our way home, I look out the window. All the buildings, people, trees and cars passing by in a flash, sort of like the superhero. Everything went by in a blink of an eye. It felt like a few seconds went by rather than a few minutes.

As Mama and Grandpa Eiji were in the kitchen, Dad pulled me onto his lap.

“You’ve been spending far too much time with the others. When will I get my share of time with you?” He asked.

“Well….” I hesitated for a moment before saying, “Will you say that you’re too busy?”

“No.”

“No?!” I quickly turned my head, nearly headbutting Dad on his chin.

“I’ve finished all my work for a few weeks. I’ll spend all the time you want with you, Kiki.”

“Really? For real?”

“Yes. For real.”

I jumped up into his arms and hugged Dad to my hearts content. Unknown to me, Mama and Grandpa Eiji were smiling at us from the kitchen. Sometimes, just sometimes, it’s worth waiting for something special.

#kissed by the baddest #eisuke ichinomiya #kbtbb #kbtbb family #Soryu Oh #Ota Kisaki #shuichi hishikura #baba mitsunari #Luke Foster #mamoru kishi #hikaru aihara

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