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heartofsnark · 5 years ago

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Black Market Wonderland (Chapter Five): Mischief In Your Eyes

Notes: Thanks everyone for the continued love and support for this fic, as well as Tsuneko. I read every comment and bit of feedback, it absolutely makes my day and keeps me motivated to keep writing. I hit a bit of a block during this chapter and the one after this. Also, had to rewrite bits because British food confused me.

Word Count: 7676

Warnings: Fat Shaming/Body Shaming (Eisuke and Soryu are dicks towards Carolina and I don’t approve), Some Petty Jealousy Stuff (Carolina is a dick towards Tsuneko and I don’t approve)

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Tsuneko really thought that the first limousine ride with Ichinomiya was as awkwardly tense as any car ride could be, apparently the missing ingredient to make it worse was Oh. The mobster is still glaring daggers at her as she tries to ignore him, tapping on her phone as she sits across from the pair of men.

Ichinomiya still won’t explain what they’re doing or why she’s being asked to tag along. She’s done her best to dress for an occasion she knows nothing about, it’s earlier and he didn’t call it an event, so she went safe and kept it more conservative, a simple blouse tucked into a pencil skirt.

She’s saving yorkshire pudding, apparently it’s English bread, and lemon chiffon pie recipes for The Mad Hatter’s next party. Tsuneko has never made either, so it will take some trial and error. Technically, she could just ask room service or pick them up elsewhere, but she offered to cook and those would be cheats. Any vegetable dishes she makes need to be hot, he liked the raspberry sauce, so some sweet fruity treats may be good? The limousine comes to a stop and Tsuneko peeks out the window.

“The airport?”

“We’re picking up the Buccis, Antonio and his daughter, Carolina.”

“They’re members of the Italian mob, so don’t mouth off to them,” Oh warns her as they start to get out of the limo. Tsuneko rolls her eyes and follows them. They slowly work their way through the crowd.

“Eisuke! I missed you so much!” A loud accented voice rings out above all other noise in the lobby. A woman comes rushing towards them, she’s a glamorous beauty. Her hair is golden blonde falling in curls, bright blue eyes, and bright red lipstick. She’s full figured with her dress showing off her ample chest. Tsuneko finds a spot on the ground to look at when she realizes she’s staring at the woman’s cleavage.

“She’s an intense woman,” Ichinomiya grumbles and Oh is scratching uncomfortably at the back of his neck. The woman, Carolina she assumes, opens her arm for a hug as she runs over to Ichinomiya.

“Is there something in your hair Tsuneko?” Ichinomiya moves towards her, one hand pushes her hair back behind her ear and the other holds her cheek to keep her face still. His eyes are intense but softer than usual as strokes through her hair. It’s weird, her face is hot and bile is rising in the back of her throat, she doesn’t like this. It’s like when he weirdly touched her hand at the event.

Carolina’s hug misses him when he moves towards Tsuneko and she stumbles to stop herself from running into a column. The foreign woman spins on her heels and levels a glare at Tsuneko. Oh, fuck no. Ichinomiya pulls away and Tsuneko glares at him, he’s smirking. He’s acting touchy-feely in order to dissuade Carolina.

“Eisuke!?” Carolina yells and pouts.

“Welcome to Japan, Carolina.”

“I just love how cold you are! It’s been a long time, Eisuke,” Carolina gushes, but Tsuneko doesn’t miss the hint of sadness in her eyes. No one likes being dismissed by someone they like.

“Eisuke!” A male voice yells out, it’s an older man with slicked back gray hair who’s puffing on a cigar.

“Mr. Bucci! It’s great to see you again.” Ichinomiya is putting on his fake smile, the same one she saw at the event, Tsuneko wants to knock it off his face.

“And who is this?” Mr. Bucci looks up at Oh, he’s fairly hard to miss given his height and intense expression.

“This is my friend, Oh Soryu, he’s with The Ice Dragons.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bucci.” Oh nods his head and Carolina seems to notice him for the first time, a sparkle in her eyes before she winks at him. Seems like he might have been Ichinomiya’s other plan for this.

“Oh,” Mr. Bucci’s eyes land on Tsuneko, “you didn’t need to bring arm candy just to meet little old me.”

“I’m Tomori Tsuneko, Mr. Ichinomiya’s assistant,” she tells him, holding back her annoyance at being called arm candy.

“She’s your assistant?!” Carolina brightens up like the sun.

“Ah, yes, she’s my assistant but she’s very important to me.” Ichinomiya makes a point of putting his hand on her shoulder and giving her another look, too love stricken to look natural on his face.

“Arggh,” Carolina lets out a loud groan.

“You look well,” Ichinomiya compliments her, finally giving his unwanted suitor a little attention.

“Yes, both Fang and I are just fine!”

“Fang?”

“Oh, haven’t you met him? I got a chihuahua, look!”

Carolina gets a small dog out of the arms of a man in a black suit, a hoard of which have been lingering behind the Buccis. The dog is adorable with fluffy black fur and starts yipping as soon as he’s held before Ichinomiya.

“Now, now, don’t bark at Eisuke, Fang,” Carolina scolds the squirmy dog, “you should bark at her instead!”

“Aww, he’s adorable.” Tsuneko ignores the comment, as everyone else seems to, and instead lets out a little coo as she watches the dog. She doubts Carolina would let her, but she really wants to pet him.

“Fang is very well trained, he hardly ever barks at people.”

“Maybe he’s just in a bad mood…” Ichinomiya stares at the ground like he’s been scolded and Fang continues to bark at him, “let’s go back to the hotel, you two must be exhausted.”

Tsuneko’s not sure of the exact time zone differences between Italy and Japan, but the Buccis definitely look more than a little jet-lagged. They all walk back to the limousine. She tries to sit as far away from everyone else, but Ichinomiya seems content to sit right next to her, so close she can feel the warmth of his body. He’s committing to this whole idea and it’s driving her crazy, all she wants to do is push him away. Part of the bet was her doing her job appropriately and not going to extremes to be useless, if she breaks it she’ll automatically lose.

“You’ve been very busy with the Tres Spades, your business always seems to be growing, if you ever lost your ambition I’m sure the Japanese economy would collapse,” Mr. Bucci praises Ichinomiya as he settles into his seat. Carolina sits next to her father and shoots daggers at Tsuneko, while Fang scurries out of her lap to curl up next to Oh.

“Yes, so that’s why you can rest assured leaving the matter we discussed earlier in my hands.”

“I’ll think about it. I’ll go with whatever gives me the most profits.”

“I can guarantee you won’t suffer any losses with me handling it.” Those pair talk business and Tsuneko only half listens as she’s watching Fang try to nuzzle his head under Oh’s hand, eager to get attention from the stoic mobster.

“Fang never warms up to someone this quickly. Looks like Fangy has great taste in men just like me!”

“Aren’t you lucky that Fang is so fond of you Soryu.” Eisuke jumps at the chance to tease Oh, a smirk across his face.

“I don’t really like dogs.”

“What? Who doesn’t like dogs?” Tsuneko looks at him confused and he glares at her, that’s like saying you don’t like sunshine or happiness. She ignores his look of disdain and calls Fang over to her, the dog scurries into her lap excitedly then barks at Ichinomiya one more time before snuggling up to her.

“Fang! Don’t be nice to her!” Carolina scolds, no one acknowledges the comment as Tsuneko scratches Fang’s ears and coos at the puppy.

Between Cheshire and now Fang, she’s in animal heaven lately. She feels eyes on her, from her peripheral she notices Ichinomiya and Oh looking at her like she’s grown another head. They probably think she looks stupid grinning over a dog, but she can’t be bothered to care.

“A girl who cares about animals is a keeper,” Mr. Bucci says with a big grin and Carolina pouts at him.

“Not you too, daddy,” she glares at Tsuneko, “I’m sure you’re pulling some kind of trick to make everyone like you!”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’re going to talk back to me?! You’ve got guts.”

“Calm down. Tsuneko works as the penthouse maid at the Tres Spades, I saw what a dedicated worker she is and decided she’d make an excellent assistant for me as well.”

“She’s just a lowly little maid, nothing special.” Carolina sneer as Ichinomiya not too casually pulls Tsuneko closer, trying to paint the picture that his feelings for her are more than professional. Fang barks then runs off to avoid him and Tsuneko wishes she could do the same.

“Tsuneko is a hard worker who doesn’t give up on anything, she’s irreplaceable.” His words are going to make her vomit, even if she has to do her job, she doesn’t have to go along with this bullshit.

“Oh please, you’re too kind Mr. Ichinomiya,” she scoots away from him, “I’ve only been your assistant for two days, after all.”

“Yet, you’ve already made such a big difference in my life.” He’s smiling but his eyes are harsh, glaring at her.

“You know I’m determined too! I’m not giving up on you. I’ll just have to make you fall for me while I’m in Japan!”

The limousine pulls up to the hotel, the Bucci’s men and hotel workers start putting away their luggage. Takahiro is helping them pack thing and Tsuneko stares at the ground, hoping he won’t notice her. She doesn’t want any questions or more rumors flying around about how she’s being asked to do other work for Ichinomiya.

“We’re still jet-lagged, but if you’d like Eisuke we can still discuss some business over lunch,” Mr. Bucci offers after checking in.

“I wouldn’t mind getting something to eat.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but we can wait to discuss matter over dinner, once you’ve both rested up,” Ichinomiya explains to Carolina and Tsuneko glares, not missing the little snide dig he made at the mafia princess’s weight. He can’t be serious.

“You’re so sweet Eisuke!” Carolina beams, but she can’t be that oblivious, Tsuneko doesn’t buy it.

“You’ll be coming along with us too, Soryu and Tsuneko?”

“Of course.”

“I’m sure Mr. Ichinomiya will want me to tag along.” Tsuneko ignores Ichinomiya’s glare and smiles at Mr. Bucci, waving him and his daughter off as staff members show them to their room.

“See you tonight, Eisuke!”

“Do you get joy out of making my life more difficult?” Ichinomiya asks her, the moment the Buccis are gone.

“Considering who you are, yes.”

“You’re free until it’s time for the dinner, when I page you for it, I expect you to be here within five minutes. You will not embarrass me or jeopardize this deal.”

Ichinomiya and Oh leave to the elevator, not allowing her any opportunity to discuss everything that’s happened. As frustrating as it is and how much she’d like to explain every reason she’s upset, she also really wants to be far away from them. She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs.

“Tomori, is everything okay?”

She turns to see Takahiro, looking at her concerned. He has such sweet looking warm brown eyes and right now she’s just excited seeing people who care about her, even if she’ll have to deal with rumors or bullshit.

“Yeah, just exhausted.”

“Kenzaki said you were doing assistant work for Mr. Ichinomiya, is he overworking you?”

“No, no. I’m just not use to it, I guess. I’ll manage, but I appreciate the worry, really.”

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Uh, no not yet.”

“Not even breakfast?”

“No, I don’t eat breakfast much.” She’s pretty sure the only time she eats in the mornings is when she’s had an orgasm the night before, then she’s starving, but usually she focuses on feeding Kiyo before she leaves.

“That’s not good, c’mon, it’s my lunch break we can get something together.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice, you wanted something in particular?”

“Anything is fine with me.” Takahiro gives her a bright smile, he must be excited to get away from work for a bit.

“Really? ‘Cause I’m honestly just craving garbage right now, like burgers or something?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Takahiro and Tsuneko find a nearby burger place, sliding into a booth before making their orders. The smell of the kitchen and the burgers being made is making her hungrier. A few people give them funny looks, Takahiro’s uniform consists of a suit with a tie and she’s still dressed in her assistant outfit, they’re extremely formal in a casual restaurant. But, Tsuneko’s growling stomach doesn’t let her care too much about the strange looks.

“So, how’s working with Mr. Ichinomiya going?”

“You really wanna spend your lunch break hearing me bitch?”

“Go for it,” he tells her as their drinks comes out, he’s entirely too nice.

“Well,” she takes a deep breath, “he’s the absolute worst and I’m losing my fucking mind dealing with his constant bullshit. He’s an entitled arrogant asshole who surrounds himself with other entitled arrogant assholes, and I wanna fucking kill him.”

“Pfft, is it really that bad? I haven’t see you this mad since the toilet paper lady.”

“He’s like the toilet paper lady times a thousand, I swear to fucking god. Literally, all he does is make unreasonable demands and piss me off.”

“Well, at least you’re getting bigger jobs, they recognize your hard work.”

“Pssh, yeah right, he just wants someone to boss around. Pure and simple.”

“You look nice in the outfits, at least…?”

“You’re really trying to find a bright side, aren’t you, the blouse is cute though,” Tsuneko admits, looking at the royal blue fabric.

“I think you look nicer in your uniform, though.”

“You’re only saying that ‘cause the top would bust open, aren’t you?”

Takahiro chokes on his drink and his face goes bright red, “No, no that’s not why I promise,” he manages to say between coughs.

“I know, I know you don’t look at me like that. I just wanted to tease you, not kill you.” She pats his back and gently rubs as he continues to cough.

“Uh, no, uh, you just caught me off guard.”

“Sorry, my brain to mouth filter is, well, I don’t have one.”

The red of his cheeks are just starting to fade when they get their burgers, Tsuneko takes a bite and a glob of barbecue immediately falls on her chest, that pretty blue material now made a mess.

“Oof, that looked expensive too.”

“I…should not be allowed out in public,” Tsuneko gasps annoyed with herself wipes the sauce off with a napkin, thankfully she has a little cleaner pen in her purse. She starts wiping it over the spot so it doesn’t stain.

“That’s handy.”

“I may be a disaster, but I am a prepared one.”

“I swear you carry everything with you, anytime anyone needs something they know to ask you.”

“My paranoia pays off, finally.”

“Y’know,” Takahiro starts after swallowing down a bite of food, “I’m honestly a little happy that you dislike Mr. Ichinomiya so much.”

“That sounds sadistic, but okay.”

“That’s not what I mean,” his cheeks are red again, “there’s been a lot of rumors floating around about him liking you or something. I’m not saying he’s a bad guy, I don’t really know him, but he seems to have a revolving door of women around him. I’d hate for you to get hurt by a guy like him.”

He’s talking about Ichinomiya, but she immediately thinks about Shinobu, “do you not like people who have casual sex?”

“Ah-uh, it’s not like that. I just, don’t women usually get hurt in that situation?”

“As long as everyone is a consenting adult and understands what it is then I don’t see the problem.” She knows she’s getting defensive, but she can’t help it.

“Tomori, you and him aren’t-”

“Oh god, no, no, no,” she waves her hands frantically, “I wouldn’t touch Ichinomiya’s dick if I was sick and his cum was the cure.”

Takahiro chokes on his food and laughs, Tsuneko finds herself having to reach over to rub his back again. She might be the actual death of him.

“Well, that’s good to know I guess.”

“I just mean generally, I don’t see the big deal.”

“I guess, but guys like Mr. Ichinomiya tend to mistreat girls and lead them on for it, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I understand, it’s really sweet of you to worry and listen to me complain.”

“It’s no problem, I hope you feel a little better.”

“I do, thanks.” The check comes and Tsuneko starts getting her money out.

“Oh, I can pay, don’t worry about it.”

“No, you’re already being too nice, I can pay for us both, if you want.”

“Uhh, no no, I’d rather split it than you pay it all.” He gives up, but he’s pouting a bit. It’s cute and she has to resist the urge to pinch his cheeks. Takahiro is really adorable, with slightly overgrown dark brown hair and warm umber eyes. She’s heard more than a few of her coworkers gush over him.

“Really, thanks for listening to me, Kuroba.”

“You can call me Takahiro, if you want.”

“Oh, um,” Tsuneko hesitates, while she doesn’t mind thinking of him as Takahiro in her head, she’s not comfortable yet calling him by his first name. She sees Sakiko and Chisato almost everyday, has for basically a year, and only recently started using their first names. It’s something that shows a closeness, that she doesn’t like.

“It just sounds less formal, can I call you Tsuneko?”

“Sure.” She shrugs her shoulders, she doesn’t mind having her own first name used, but she doesn’t like returning the gesture for some reason.

“I gotta go back to work, see you later Tsuneko.”

They wave each other off after paying their parts of the bill. It’s still fairly early and she figures she’ll have at least an hour or two if not longer before she’ll be paged for the dinner. Tsuneko goes back to her dorm first, changing into more casual clothes and tossing the assistant outfit in the washing machine. She lets Kiyo out and plays with him as she waits for the clothes, as well as saving a few more recipes for the Mad Hatter’s party. She’ll have to do some grocery shopping for everything she’ll need. Once the clothes are dry and Kiyo’s decided he’s done playing tag, she tucks him into his cage then heads out to the market.

It’s a farmers market she likes to frequent that has plenty of fresh produce and goodies. She’s made a list of what she needs and meanders through the little tables getting things. Her bag has started to get heavier and heavier with each new item, she also needs some other things. Once she’s made her way through the marketshe might have to go by a proper store, she still hasn’t restocked her booze supply.

“You making a feast or something?” A hand pulls just a bit at one of her bags and she can smell the stench of cigarettes.

“Hey!” She jolts and turns to sees Kishi peeking into one of her grocery bags.

“Don’t be so jumpy, kid.”

“Sorry, didn’t recognize you without the lounge couch under your ass.”

“Ha ha very funny, you little brat.” Kishi ruffles a large warm hand over her head and she squirms away from his touch.

“Stop that! You’re tangling my hair,” she swats away his hand and he chuckles, “why are you even here?”

“Work.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Hey, I can work when I feel like.”

“That’s not how jobs work.”

“Eh, what do you know? Shouldn’t you be helping out Ichinomiya today?”

“I got some free time before he drags me off to some bullshit dinner.”

“Sure, you aren’t slacking off?”

“I fucking wish, but no.”

“If he heard you say that he’d get real pissy.”

“He gets pissy if I breathe in a way he doesn’t like.”

“You really need to learn to watch your mouth, kid.”

“Why’s that?” She wrinkles her nose, his tone annoys her, like he’s scolding an actual child.

“You’re gonna get yourself seriously hurt if you don’t, that’s probably what got you in this mess in the first place.”

“Fuck off, all I did was break a damn statue, don’t act like I brought this bullshit on myself.”

“Ugh,” he puts his hand to head as he groans, “this is why I hate kids, too sensitive.”

“I think you’re just an old jackass.”

“Hey,” he follows after her as she tries to walk away, “so you didn’t talk much to the guys who sold you?”

“No, I was a too busy being in a blind panic to make small talk.”

“Nothing about them stood out to you, they didn’t mention working for anyone?”

She racks her brain for a moment, it almost feels like he’s interrogating her, is he actually doing his job? Kisaki did mention a human being sold at the auction is rare, even if Kishi’s a dirty cop, maybe that’s too far for even him? But, then why wouldn’t he have been doing this when it first happened? Something is off.

“No, they were just two goons,” she shrugs, “why do you ask?”

“No reason, just figured you would have mouthed off to ‘em.”

“You make me sound like some sorta reckless smart-ass.”

“’Cause that’s exactly what you are, funny as it was, you have to be pretty stupid to treat a mobster like that.”

“I’m not stupid.”

“You sure about that,” he teases and grins at her, like he’s the funniest person in the world.

“If you’re gonna harass me, can you at least make yourself fucking useful and help me carry stuff?” She shakes the stuffed grocery bags at Kishi.

“Yeah, I gotta get going, see you around, kid.”

“Seriously, are you that afraid of effort, you fuck,” she yells as he ruffles her hair a final time and walks away. What an asshole. She takes it back, he’s just as annoying as the rest of the penthouse guys, maybe worse. At least they don’t stink like cigarette smoke as they annoy her.

Tsuneko finishes buying everything she needs and goes back to her dorm. She’s putting things away in her cupboards and fridge when the penthouse pager buzzes. She lets out a load groan before answering it, already anticipating that irritating voice on the other end.

“Be ready and at the hotel in thirty minutes.”

“Oooh, thirty minutes, how generous.” She rolls her eyes, either he didn’t hear or he doesn’t care because she gets no response.

Tsuneko puts everything away and then goes to change, picking one of the dress out from the ones Ichinomiya bought. She fixes her hair up in a french twist and fixes up her makeup. It’s not as good as Kisaki’s but it gets the job done.

Once she’s got her appearance sorted she makes her way to the hotel, knowing they’re just going to leave, she doesn’t see much point in going up to the penthouse. His car is already pulled up to the front entrance, but neither him, Oh, or the Buccis are here. She fumbles to get the pager out of her purse and after a few moments finds how to send a message to them. It would be so much easier to just use their damn phones.

“Hey, I’m down here by the car when you’re ready.”

“...Fine.”

She groans at his attitude, like her being the one to page him and to be the one waiting on him. Tsuneko checks the time and begins to absent-mindedly play on her phone. She’s just won a plushie through the crane game app and the sun is starting to set when she sees Ichinomiya and Oh walking through the door. The Buccis are a few steps behind and she can’t resist.

“You’re late,” she mimics his tone of voice and can’t resist smirking when he scowls.

“Ahh Tsuneko, there you are!” Mr. Bucci greets before Ichinomiya can say anything.

“A pleasure to see you again, Mr. Bucci.” She takes it upon herself to open up the car door for them with a customer service smile.

“Oh, you’re too kind.” Mr. Bucci is the only one happy to see her, the other three giving her dirty looks to varying degrees. Should be a fun dinner. She slides in, making sure to roll a window down slightly because of Mr. Bucci’s love of cigars. The limousine starts moving and Ichinomiya hands off his tablet, he tells her to take notes and his hand once again drags purposefully slow across her skin, earning a glare from Carolina.

“So, have you been thinking my offer over?” Ichinomiya starts the business conversation as Mr. Bucci starts to puff on his cigar.

“I have and I’m still interested, I haven’t gotten the thought of opening a casino of my own since I visited the one at the Tres Spades.”

“Partnering with me would insure its success, under the Tres Spades name, your casino would be guaranteed easy press coverage which is invaluable with how much competition there is in Italy.”

“I don’t deny that, but having it within a Tres Spades would be giving you full control. Nikaido is offering me almost complete creative freedom and allowing me a larger percentage of profits, since I’d be the main force behind it.”

“That may be true, but I can guarantee you more profit. It’s better to get twenty percent of a billion than seventy percent of a million.”

“True, you know the business better, but that doesn’t always mean guaranteed profits and I’m not sure if I want to completely hand over the reigns to someone else.”

“You can rest assured, that the project would be safe with me and you’d be free to give input at any time.”

Tsuneko bites her lip and stifles a laugh, the idea of Ichinomiya considering someone else’s opinion seems like an absolute pipe dream. But, even with his unbearable personality, Bucci would be an idiot not to take the deal. Ichinomiya is an absolutely intolerable pain in the ass, but he’s a brilliant businessman, the Tres Spades is a monument to that fact. The limousine comes to a stop outside a restaurant, it looks fancy to say the least, a huge building that seems like entirely too much.

The sky has gone dark when they leave the limo and take an elevator up to the top level of the restaurant. City lights twinkle outside the windows, a beautiful view no matter where you sit. Sleek black chairs at tables with white tablecloths, candles as centerpieces at each one. Men in tailored suits and women in slinky gowns sip wine from crystal glasses.

Ichinomiya mentions a reservation and they’re shown to their seats. The atmosphere is so formal and uptight, Tsuneko feels the need to sit completely straight, like slouching would be a sin here. She’s not suppose to put her elbows on the table right? Oh god, is this one of those places where you have to use specific forks or spoons?

Menus are put in front of them and she only absently listens to the rest of them chatter, she doesn’t have to take notes at the moment. They all seem comfortable in this environment, she’s the only one who can’t relax. She looks over the menu and a noise catches in her throat, she didn’t know there was food this expensive.

“Are you still planning on showing Carolina around tomorrow?” Mr. Bucci asks once they’ve ordered wine and appetizers for the table, the price of both make Tsuneko’s mouth go dry.

“Of course, we’d all be happy to show her around tomorrow.”

“I’m so excited for you take me out Eisuke! I finally get to try out the shops here!”

“Is this your first time in Japan?” Tsuneko decides to try starting conversation, Carolina can’t hate her that much over Ichinomiya, he’s certainly not worth it.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.”

“Your Japanese is really good, I assumed you visited regularly.”

“Well, of course, I’m exceptional when it comes to language.” Carolina bats her eyelashes at Ichinomiya and Tsuneko decides to just focus on finding the cheapest entree she can order.

She might just get some sort of side salad, the least expensive one costs more than twice what she paid for a burger earlier and from the description it’s literally just lettuce with cheese. What the hell is wrong with rich people? The menu is pulled from her hand and she pouts, seeing it now in Ichinomiya’s hand. He shoots her a glare that neither of the Buccis can see. She’d kick him under the table, but knowing her luck she’d end up hitting Carolina or her dad.

The waiter has returned, filling all of their wine glasses and placing the appetizers out, the smell makes her stomach growl. Everyone at the table prattles off orders and it comes to Tsuneko.

“I’ll-”

“She’ll take the sixteen ounce wagyu steak,” that over seventy-eight thousand yen and he’s starting to order sides with it.

“Uh, no, I’ll-”

“Don’t bother worrying about price,” he cuts her off with a small pointed glare.

“Well, you can’t expect much, girls like her aren’t use to luxury. Maybe ‘cause they know they don’t deserve it,” Carolina comments as she drinks from her wine glass.

“Maybe that’s why I like spoiling her so much.” Ichinomiya has the fake soft expression he been favoring during this entire ruse and Tsuneko clenches her jaw.

“Well, spoiling beautiful women is one of the greatest joys in life,” Mr. Bucci boasts as he puffs away on his cigar,

“That’s why Eisuke would be better off spoiling me, instead of her.”

Tsuneko takes a drink of wine, strong with hints of cedar and berries. She’s not a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, but too much of that and she’ll be shitfaced. She doesn’t mind during her alone time, but drunk her doesn’t mix well with others, a lesson she’s learned the hard way far too many times.

“Are you alright?” Ichinomiya asks and places a hand on her shoulder, she slides just a bit away, evading a lingering touch while still not making a show of avoiding him.

“Yeah, it was just a little stronger than I expected.”

“A girl like you just can’t appreciate fine wine like this,” Carolina scoffs.

“It’s a fantastic blend,” Mr. Bucci starts then prattles off details that go in one ear and out the other, some sort of Cabernet is all Tsuneko manages to grasp.

“All of that is absolutely lost on me, I’m sorry,” Tsuneko admits with a shrug and a laugh, lying or trying to act like she knows any of this will just make her look stupider.

Ichinomiya shoots another glare her way, Oh rolls his eyes, and Carolina scoffs. Maybe she was suppose to lie? But, that seems stupid. Mr. Bucci guffaws and bursts into laughter, like she’s cracking him up.

“At least you’re honest, if Eisuke ever brings you to Italy there’s a beautiful vineyard that does wine tastings, it’d give you a chance to learn more.”

“That does sound lovely, I’ll have to make a trip sometime.” Ichinomiya jumps at the chance to network, his smirk barely hidden by his glass of wine.

‘Oh, I’m sure by then, she won’t even be around.”

Tsuneko ignores Carolina’s comments and snacks on appetizers, a noise of content escaping as she eats a crab cake. It may be expensive, but at least it’s good.

“There’s a lot of things Tsuneko hasn’t experience, but it makes it more fun having her around.”

The appetizer tastes bitter now, hearing Ichinomiya’s saccharine tone as he plays up like he cares about her. It doesn’t count for the bet, though. She doesn’t even need to be an active participant, she’s not sure if he even realizes she’s caught on, so it’s not unique to her. Anyone could fulfill this duty and she’s confident she wasn’t even his first plan to deter Carolina. She can’t think of much reason to be bringing Oh along, other than to hope that Carolina’s affection would shift focus.

But, does he know that? IF he genuinely thinks this is his chance to win the bet, then he’d be wasting all of his time on it for no reason. So, it’d probably be best to play stupid, at least to an extent, as much as the idea pains her. If he focuses all of his attention on this plan, thinking it’s a guaranteed win, he won’t bother to think of another one.

She’s not even sure why he’s doing this though. Sucking up and kissing ass is a part of the business world, she gets that, but certainly not being interested with someone won’t completely compromise the deal. Maybe it’s because he’s the only one at this table who seems to even almost like her, but Mr. Bucci doesn’t seem so cruel that he’d terminate the entire deal because Ichinomiya won’t date his daughter. And Carolina isn’t daft, if he just told her no directly, she’d probably back off and it would be a lot easier than this whole hullabaloo.

The meal comes out while Tsuneko has her mouth full of crab cake, the fancy steak dinner is placed in front of her and her pride is wounded by how good it looks. She hates having people buy her things, but she knows how much she’s going to enjoy this. She takes her first bite of steak, careful not to spill food on herself, and lets out a noise. It’s tender and savory, she’s never had steak this good.

“I take it you like it,” Ichinomiya asks her with his stupid fucking smirk and her face flushes as she nods, she’s a glutton and it always seems to show. The dinner continues with Tsuneko remaining as quiet as possible while they prattle on about business and Carolina’s plans for the day out tomorrow.

Ichinomiya has made it clear that she’s going to be expected to tag along while they show Carolina around, but she’s hoping she won’t be forced out for too long since she has the Mad Hatter’s tea party to go to. If necessary she’ll have to find a way to weasel out of the entire thing early, which sounds enticing. Mr. Bucci mentions the I.V.C and auction briefly, but nothing else jumps out to her among their chatter.

The dinner winds down and the check comes, Ichinomiya shoots her a glare the second she reaches towards her purse, he’ll kill her if she even offers to pay in this situation. She puts her hand down with a pout, but she knows how much her meal costed and she’ll pay him back when the Buccis are out of sight. It will be a decent chunk of her savings, but she’ll do it. She’s still reeling from how much he spent on clothes, she can’t let him spend anymore on her.

The night drags on as they leave the restaurant and return to the hotel, Tsuneko only half listening through it all. She’s dropped below even half listening by the time they’ve reached the hotel and waved the Buccis off to their rooms.

Her attention drops still when Ichinomiya starts lecturing her about some sort of mistake she made during the dinner and how she better not make the same mistake during the day out with Carolina. Tsuneko considers telling him off for his whole scheme, just out of spite, but she knows still that it’s better to stay quiet on the matter. The only thing that matters is her winning the bet.

Her night is spent playing with Kiyo, taking care of little things around her dorm, and starts working on applying to colleges back in Kyushu, before finally finding sleep at a late hour.

The next morning she’s back in Ichinomiya’s limousine, in another tight dress, and praying for a quick death. Carolina is going between making heart eyes at the men and glaring at Tsuneko. The dog isn’t even here anymore, this is ridiculous. Tsuneko doesn’t even have a reason to be here, she’s not taking notes, this is just Ichinomiya dodging Carolina.

The streets of Ginza are filled with people all bustling around with arms full of shopping bags. Tsuneko hasn’t ventured into this area very much, she’s never had the time or energy for big shopping excursions. The limousine pulls up to a boutique, the clothes in the window look pricey and elaborate.

Carolina’s eyes go wide and sparkle as they enter the boutique, rushing towards a rack of dresses. She’s oohing and awing as she holds dresses up to herself, seeing how they look against her.

“Which dress looks better on me,” she turns to face Ichinomiya, “the dark red or the black lace?”

“Black is more slimming, so isn’t that the best one?”

Tsuneko bites her lip and glares at a sneering Ichinomiya, remembering his last snide remark about her weight. He’s being serious, he’s going out of his way to mock her size.

“Black, hmm? Well, if that’s what you like, that’s what I’ll get!” Carolina either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care about his insults, her face bright with excitement.

“Tsuneko, why don’t you try on this dress?” Ichinomiya asks her and gives her that fake doe eyed look as he shows her a blue lacy dress.

“No thank you, Mr. Ichinomiya, I have more than enough work clothes.” She turns him down flat and he glares at her, she can’t help but smile at his irritation.

“Oooh, don’t worry about her Eisuke, these kinds of clothes aren’t meant for a girl like her. It’s like putting lipstick on a pig.”

Tsuneko resists lashing out at Carolina and clenches her jaw. Carolina seems to believe putting other women down is the way to make herself look better, between her and Ichinomiya’s fat shaming Tsuneko feels like she’s back in high school. The only difference is this time she’s not the petty mean girl, whether that’s a step up or down is debatable.

An employee shows Carolina into the fitting rooms to try on the dresses she’s picked out and Tsuneko pulls out her phone to pass some of the time without having to bother talking to Ichinomiya or Oh.

“Ugh,” Ichinomiya scoffs, “she’s going to take forever.”

“It’ll be a miracle if any of those dresses even fit her.”

Tsuneko bites her tongue, heat under her skin, they’re back on their bullshit. Carolina hates her and is a bitch. Ichinomiya and Oh are jackasses who seem to think her size is the most pressing matter about her existence. She thinks back to the event she went to with Ichinomiya and the girl who called her a pig; she didn’t think much about if he was involved in insulting her, but now she has to wonder. If he’s willing to talk this way about Carolina, why wouldn’t he do the same to her? The circles he runs in are inherently superficial, an extra pound can make all the difference in someone’s worth.

Carolina is bigger than her, the blonde woman is plus sized by western standards, but Tsuneko is still chubby by Japanese standards. She’s gained around thirty pounds or so since high school and has definitely gone up at least two or three sizes. More polite people might call her a marshmallow girl, but assholes like Ichinomiya and Oh just see her or Carolina as targets for ridicule.

“Eisuke what do you think?!” Carolina emerges from the dressing room and the shopping trip continues. She goes through dress after dress, before unceremoniously deciding to order them all and has them sent to her hotel room.

Not five minutes later they’re in another boutique and the process begins again. Carolina looks over every item, trying them on and desperately trying to get Ichinomiya’s attention while him and Oh make snide comments. Tsuneko tries to stay calm, ignoring every attempt Ichinomiya makes to act as if he likes her, listening to Carolina’s insults, and playing on her phone to make the time pass quicker. Ultimately Carolina buys everything, again.

The third boutique Carolina tries on a tight crop top and Tsuneko gets to bite her tongue when Ichinomiya makes a comment about her stomach the second she’s gone.

Fourth boutique, Oh makes a comment about how shameful she looks in a tight skirt and Tsuneko has to refuse another attempt by Ichinomiya to buy her something with a clenched jaw.

Fifth boutique, comments about the cellulite on Carolina’s thighs when she comes on in a short dress and Tsuneko feels her face heat, anger burning a hole in her chest.

Sixth boutique, Carolina shows off a body con dress, proud of the way it hugs her curves and when she leaves the peanut gallery comments about how they’re amazed the fabric didn’t rip. Tsuneko’s lip breaks and bleeds under her bite, the force needed to hold back her response.

They arrive at the seventh boutique and Tsuneko’s feet are starting to ache. She leans against a wall as Carolina disappears into the changing room. Tsuneko glances around the new store, her phone is already running low on battery they’ve been doing this for hours. She’s confident this is actual hell on earth. Her eyes find a rack of accessories there’s a cute watch, it looks like a high end fancy version of a chunky digital watch she owns with it’s little cat ears.

A heavy sigh and groan escapes the dressing room, the noises make Tsuneko’s heart sink, the sounds of clothes not fitting. She’s experienced it more than a few times herself, trying to pull on something that should fit but it doesn’t, the feeling that there’s something wrong with you and your body.

The shopping attendant comes scurrying from the hall where the changing rooms are, looking through racks of where Carolina pulled clothes from.

“Is something wrong?”

“Um, none of those fit,” the attendant frown as she searches the racks, “I don’t think we carry the size up.”

“I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner,” Ichinomiya comments with a roll of his eyes.

“It’s a disgrace to walk around Ginza with a woman like her.”

“This entire thing is a waste of time, she’s going to look the same no matter what she wears.”

“Dear god, do you two ever shut up!?” Tsuneko breaks, the heat of anger has been building under her skin all day and it’s like someone set a fire in her veins.

“Be quiet, woman!” Oh yells back and narrows his eyes at her.

“Seriously, you’re grown men acting like you’re in high school, it’s pathetic!”

“You’re the one making an idiot out of yourself right now,” Ichinomiya talks sharp and harsh under his breath. Shoppers are staring at them and the attendant looks like she hasn’t been paid enough for this.

Tsuneko rolls her eyes and spots a dress on the rack, the bottom flares out well and when she checks the waist has some stretch to it. She grabs the dress and throws an arm around the shoulders of the flustered attendant, pulling the woman closer.

“Try taking this to her and tell her Mr. Ichinomiya picked it out, okay,” Tsuneko whispers low in the attendant ear and sends her back to the changing room.

Grinning to herself, Tsuneko checks her phone, it’s about time to make her escape. If she wants to be able to make everything in time for the Hatter’s party she’ll have to be getting out of here. She gives Oh and Ichinomiya another pointed glare before tapping away at her phone.

“Oooh, it’s perfect,” Carolina gushes and spins around, the soft white fabric fluffing out around her thighs from the movement, “of course, you’d be able to find the one that suits me perfectly. You know me so well, Eisuke!”

“Yep,” Tsuneko interjects, watching Carolina attempt to hug Ichinomiya again, he simply steps aside and grimaces, “ Mr. Ichinomiya saw it and couldn’t wait to see you try it on.”

“I knew I could win you over.” Carolina’s cheeks are flushed pink, Ichinomiya is glaring at Tsuneko and all she can do is smirk.

“I’m happy you like it,” Ichinomiya comments but he’s still sneering, even Oh is grinning at the situation.

“I love it, I’m gonna wear this out, we should go out for something to eat so I can show it off!” Tsuneko’s phone buzzes and she checks it, smiling at the notification.

“Well, as much as I’d love to come along, I actually have to get going.”

“You mean it will just be me, Eisuke and Soryu! That’s wonderful!”

“What do you mean, you have to go?” Ichinomiya asks, his tone low and harsh.

“Didn’t Mr. Oh tell you? I have to help with the next auction, I’m meeting with the Hatter.”

“Is that so, well, we’ll end the day early. The driver will have to take you back, after all.”

“Don’t be silly, I couldn’t do that to you, I just requested a taxi. They’re already here too, see,” Tsuneko proudly shows the message on her phone, “hope you all have fun~!”

Ichinomiya’s hateful sneer and Oh’s glare makes pride bloom in her chest, pissing them off brings her a special kind of joy. Carolina is squealing, elated to have both the men to herself, as Tsuneko leaves the boutique. She slides into the back of her taxi and relaxes into the seat as it starts moving. The busy streets of Ginza pass by as she heads back to the hotel.

#kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #eisuke ichinomiya #Soryu Oh #Mitsunari Baba #Ota Kisaki #mamoru kishi #rhion hatter #black market wonderland #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb baba #kbtbb ota #kbtbb mamoru #kbtbb rhion

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thedevillord-writes · 6 years ago

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Pandora - Perfect Date 2.0

“Dating is really hard because everyone puts on a front. It’s really difficult to see who is who, so it is important to be yourself”

-Brooke Burke

Receiving presents was nothing new to Haruka.

When she was younger, the only times she would get gifts were on her birthday and Christmas. Her mother would save up for half a year to get her a birthday present, then another half to get her a Christmas one. She never got the best nor the most expensive gifts but Haruka would still bring her presents to school and to show her friends. Since her mother passed away, the gifts stopped too. Until Eisuke, that was.

Her very first present (official) present from Eisuke was an anniversary gift. After a year of mistakes, Haruka somehow survived working for him and was still working for him. When he handed her the present, she initially thought it was yet another piece of jewelry for another event. In the box as she opened it, the first thing she saw was a small card with neat handwriting and one word on it. She recognised it as Eisuke’s handwriting instantly but she was surprised to see what he had written.

Thanks.

Just one simple word but it was enough to have Haruka smiling from ear to ear the whole day. Since then, Haruka started receiving presents like she did when she was a girl. And since meeting the rest of the gang, she was pampered with gifts. Mamoru would always get her a card and something simple like lotion. Ota would occasionally gift her some art pieces of his (that she could sell, as he so kindly stated). Baba was always over the top with his gifts, trying to splash out the extravagance and outdo the last time. Soryu’s gifts were not always conventional but always thoughtful. Even Eisuke’s clients would make the effort of getting her a birthday card, to get on her boss’ good side of course. Despite all this, there was only one person’s gift she always looked forward to.

The box sitting on her lap was from neither of those people. It was most definitely not from Eisuke; there was no reason for him to. Taking the lid off, Haruka went through the contents of the box once again. Every single item in it was something she liked, but only something someone would get her if they knew her well. Or if they had background checks on her done.

Arriving at the apartment complex, Haruka was getting sick of the place already. She never thought she would be back so soon (or at all), yet here she was, greeted by the same doorman as before. She had a bad feeling that she would be seeing this man more than she did Kenzaki. The elevator ride up to the top floor was agonizing. Her guts were telling her that Yosuke was doing this on purpose, that was the kind of man he was. Everything he did so far, was so she would say yes to his ridiculous proposal of finding her a man.

The smell of chlorine hit her as soon as the elevator door opened onto the top floor. Although a tiring place to be at, Haruka had to admit that this was still a spectacular residence. Eisuke put a lot of thought into his hotel, designing it with the guests and aesthetics in mind. He wanted it to be a place where they could be comfortable yet at the same time, keeping that standard for high society. That was exactly what Taki did with the complex. One could hardly tell the difference between this residence and a hotel if they did not know better.

“You’re becoming a regular visitor, Miss Matsuoka,” Taki greeted.

“Not out of interest,” Haruka said, putting the box down on the table in front of the four men. “Unfortunately, my sister used the tea and ate the biscuits so I wouldn’t be able to return those. If you’d like, I could pay for them instead. All of these were untouched so I’m sure you could return them for a full refund.”

“They were gifts of apology. Or did you not like them?”

“You of all people should know that everything in this box is what I like. Including the dress that I put into my wish list just last week. I’d like you to know that despite your attempt at an apology, this is nothing but creepy. Bordering on stalking, really. And I would like to return them so there is no longer any strings attached between us.”

“You just got dumped, Yosuke,” Kiyohito commented.

Every time he saw her, Yosuke was more and more intrigued. Every and any woman Yosuke met, they would accept even just a single flower with the biggest smile. To make sure he made no mistake this time, Yosuke even searched how to properly apologise to a woman. Most of the results suggested getting something she liked and always wanted. Yosuke went the extra length of getting everything she liked and wanted. Yet here Haruka was, returning the gifts. He should have known that she was not like the other women; that was why he invested so much interest in her to begin with.

“Let’s go on a date,” Yosuke smiled. “I have one coming up, you should come along.”

“Excuse me?” Haruka frowned.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Yosuke?” Taki asked. “You trust her?”

“I trust her.”

~.~

Wearing the dress and shoes from Yosuke’s gifts, Haruka found herself sitting at a table with Yosuke and two others. When he said he had a date and asked her to tag along, she thought Yosuke was into polygamy. Never could she ever imagine Yosuke as a man who would do double dates, however. Though, the first thing Haruka noticed about the atmosphere between them was that, this was no ordinary date. The setting was formal and romantic, very first date-esque. It was something Haruka would expect from those in high society. The one thing that jumped out at Haruka, however, was the woman.

The dress she wore was new. So was her shoes and every piece of jewelry on her. But that was not abnormal, since every girl Haruka knew dressed up for their first dates and only on subsequent dates would they dress more casually. What caught her attention was how the woman was acting comfortable. The way her legs were crossed, the placement of her hands, and even the way she brushed her hair behind her ear felt robotic. As if someone was telling her how to behave.

“Sorry for the intrusion but I thought we could do something a little different today,” Yosuke smiled. “A double date.”

“I always trust you, Yosuke. And how could I be upset with such a beautiful lady? Have I seen you somewhere before?”

“She’s not your date. She is,” Yosuke said, gesturing to the other woman.

Haruka could feel the death glare from the other woman though she was used to such looks. Working for Eisuke had its perks and losses; jealous women was just a small part of it. She was far too busy to ever deal with these women, though she had taught a few of them some lessons. This time, she would rather focus on working out just exactly what Yosuke was trying to play.

As the date progressed, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The other man talked mostly, with the woman laughing along at his jokes a little too much for Haruka’s liking. Yosuke kept to himself, watching rather than participating. His eyes would flicker from the other woman to Haruka and back. So did the other man’s. It was no wonder, his interest in Haruka. Even from their brief interaction, Taki had nothing but praises for Haruka. Both Shun and Kiyohito agreed that she was stunning and there was something intriguing about her, something that made them want to know her more. She would have gone for a fortune if she agreed to Yosuke’s proposal. She could have gotten anything and everything he ever wanted. Unfortunately, she refused.

“Thanks so much for the introduction, Yosuke,” the man smiled, shaking Yosuke’s hand as the date ended. “This is the information you wanted. As appreciation.” Passing on a USB through the handshake, Yosuke was shocked for a moment. “Are you sure she’s not available?” he asked, his eyes glancing in Haruka’s direction. “It’s such a shame, really. I’d be willing to give you anything for her.”

“She’s not available,” Yosuke confirmed, putting the USB in his pocket before the man changed his mind. “I’ll see you again next time.”

Payment for his introductions was not always monetary. Out of appreciation and satisfaction, they would give what Yosuke what he wanted the most from them. Information. They were not always willing to give him what he wanted. They would even withhold what Yosuke really wanted. He already knew with Haruka, he could get anything he wanted. Though, he did not expect that just a simple meeting with her (where she was not the man’s date) was enough to bring Yosuke what he wanted the most.

Seeing the looks between Yosuke and the man, along with the handshake, Haruka sensed that this date was not just a simple introduction between friends. Looking back to the woman, Haruka had an idea of what this was. She finally understood why the other woman seemed so out of place. Just like Haruka, the woman did not belong to high society. Her best guess was an office worker looking to get lucky with a rich man and Yosuke was her ticket into the high class world. This was not a date, it was a meeting for an arranged marriage.

Although unsure of the legality, it was still bad PR for Yosuke if words were to get out about this business of his. That was why Taki questioned his decision to bring Haruka along for this. And Haruka would have to agree with Taki. She was involved in shady businesses herself, too many to count. Over the years as his secretary, there were many things that Haruka had to do for Eisuke, some of those behind his back. But she signed a contract with Eisuke, she had to seal her lips regarding his business. Not to mention her loyalty to him. She had none of those with Yosuke, yet he trusted her. All so she would say yes to him.

“I’ve said this before but I’ll keep saying it. You are one amazing woman,” Yosuke smiled, dangling the USB in front of Haruka. “He wouldn’t give this to me but one meeting with you and he gave it up. You weren’t even his date. My offer still stands, are you sure you aren’t interested?”

“Do you really think they’d be happy?” Haruka asked, looking Yosuke in the eyes.

“I’m only responsible for the introduction. Whether they fall in love or not is up to them. No one is forced to do anything they don’t want to.”

“I’m not talking about falling in love. I’m asking if she’d be happy pretending to be someone she’s not.”

It was a question out of the blue catching Yosuke off guard. This business of his was started because it benefited him. The happiness for the couples was secondary though he was not responsible for that. He always thought it was a win-win situation: woman finds love in rich man, rich man gets the perfect wife, and Yosuke gets what he wanted from rich man. He never caught up with any of the previous couples he set up. He knew that quite a handful of them were married but whether it was a happy marriage, Yosuke had no idea.

“How painful must it be for her, having to pretend to be someone she’s not so she could be loved.”

Her voice was soft but Yosuke could hear the pity and sorrow in her tone, as if she went through it herself. “I don’t know if they would be happy together. I don’t even know if they would be together and it’s not my job to make sure of that either. All I’m doing is giving them a chance.”

“He wouldn’t choose her even if I weren’t here,” Haruka stated.

“And why not?”

“She ordered lobster.”

The first time Eisuke brought her to a restaurant much like the one they were in, he taught her the etiquette and the unspoken rules. He taught her to order anything she liked the sound of, even if it ended up being something she did not like. It would give away the fact that she was not a part of their world and leave the impression of ignorance, especially if she were to order the same as everyone else. Dressing up was inevitable, ordering a non-messy meal was not. Lobsters would give the impression of refined taste, but who would deal business with a man who would de-shell a lobster for his secretary because she had a manicure?

Who knew that Eisuke’s advise for lunch meetings could also come in handy for dates?

There were many things the other woman did that turned her date off, but Yosuke knew it would go south the second she ordered the lobster. Haruka was sharp to have caught that. Despite the bad impressions he seemed to be leaving her, Yosuke was loving their meetings as he discovered more and more of her. What a lucky man Ichinomiya Eisuke was, to know her on such a deep level. Yosuke caught himself by surprise with the dashing thought.

Lucky man? Why would Yosuke be envious of Eisuke when Haruka was nothing more than merchandise to him?

“If you’re done playing your games, I have a job to get back to,” Haruka said, standing up. “A word of advice for you, Mr. Sagara. When apologising, perhaps try not to Google search for your answer. Gifts mean nothing if you do not mean your apology. Sometimes, it’s just ‘I’m sorry’ we want to hear.” As she turned on her heels to leave, she looked over her shoulder one last time. “Oh, and thank you for the lovely lunch.”

The last few days had been hectic for Haruka. Too hectic. There was training Yumi, having to deal with Eisuke’s tantrums, and having to deal with Yosuke’s antics. It had been so hectic that Haruka felt as if she had aged ten years from just the week she had. With Haruna healthy and back in school, Haruka was thankful that some order had been restored to her life. That six months leave could not come any sooner.

“How do you do this, Miss Matsuoka?” Yumi asked, her head resting on the pile of documents in front of her.

“Do what?”

“This job. Mr. Ichinomiya.” Shooting up from her position suddenly, Yumi’s eyes were widened and she had her hand over her mouth. “I didn’t mean do Mr. Ichinomiya, I meant handling him. I meant! Um…like you know, dealing with his everything. Oh my God, why does everything sound so sexual when I say it out loud? I just mean-”

“I know what you mean,” Haruka laughed, sitting Yumi down with a gentle pat on her arm. “I know Mr. Ichinomiya can be a handful. Believe it or not, I started off much worse than you. I was making typos here and there on documents. I nearly charged one of our clients double the price because of an extra zero on the contract. It took me the entire night to try and do Mr. Ichinomiya’s tie. And I didn’t even succeed in the end. I used to pour coffee on him and all his paperwork because my hands would be shaking. But you learn along the way. Granted that I had more time to learn what I know now but that’s why I asked you to start early, so I can train you. I’m sure you’ll be able to handle Mr. Ichinomiya on your own just fine.”

Yumi thought she had struck the lottery when she received the letter informing her of her employment with Ichinomiya Group. As Ichinomiya Eisuke’s secretary nonetheless. She was so excited on her first day that she bought new clothes and makeup. She admired Haruka from the moment she saw the woman. She exuded the exact aura Yumi thought the secretary of Eisuke should. She watched in awe the way Haruka worked, commanding an entire hotel on behalf of Eisuke and solving every problem that came at her calmly. Yumi thought, this should be easy.

But she was wrong. So wrong.

While Haruka was everything Yumi wanted to be, working for Eisuke was everything Yumi thought it was not. He was a terrifying person to be around, the way he would scowl at her whenever she did something wrong. In the week she started working, it got Yumi wondering how Haruka was able to stand the man for eight years. She finally understood why someone would want such a long time away from work too.

“Let’s take a break. I’ll treat you to lunch,” Haruka smiled. “I’ll tell you the secret to handling Mr. Ichinomiya.”

As happily as they left for lunch, the two women returned two hours later with their arms linked and giggling. Still engrossed in their conversation, it was not until she was sitting down did she finally notice a present waiting for her on her side of the desk. Along with the present was a small card with only one line written on it: For your time alone. Unlike Yosuke’s gift box before, this was definitely a gift from Eisuke. Unwrapping the present, it was a book. The title of the book, however, had Haruka’s blood boiling.

How To Serve My Boss Better…FOR DUMMIES.

#pdr ch6 #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #kings of paradise #kop #eisuke ichinomiya #yosuke sagara #voltage inc

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elaera23 · 6 years ago

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The Bidders and their Pick-Up Lines

Group Picture is mine, feel free to use it but tag me 💟 Hope you like them 😈

Eisuke: The only reason I would kick you out of bed would be to f**k you on the floor.

Soryu: I'd let you handle my weapon anytime you want.

Baba: Why should a woman masturbate with these two fingers? (I don't know.) Cause they're mine sweetheart.

Ota: Koro, why don't you come over here, sit on my lap and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up?

Mamoru: Hey kid, I'll f**k you so well, the neighbours will be having a cigarette when we're done.

Luke: Your bone structure is giving my bone structure.

Shunichi: I find your lack of nudity disturbing.

Mad Hatter: I name you Alice, because sweetheart, I will show you wonderland.

Rhion: I know somebody who likes you, but if I weren’t so shy, I’d tell you who.

#kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #incorrect quotes #eisuke ichinomiya #mitsunari baba #soryu oh #ota kisaki #mamoru kishi #luke foster #rhion hatter #shuichi hishikura

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rosesplease · 6 years ago

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LOST

I once made a massive crossover (circa 2015) between KBTBB and MSB and a bunch of other voltage games because I fell in love with the voltage universe at some point. This one’s a part of it and it’s got a pretty long backstory so maybe I’ll post the rest someday if anyone’s interested. *ugly laughs* Do people still read KBTBB these days? 🤒🤒🤒

Aaand Eisuke here is MC’s brother. 😁

Everything was absurd and Eisuke could not stand how this man was wasting his time. That evening, he decided to bring Mae to walk around the streets of Hong Kong. But no matter how planned the day’s schedule was, something back at home was bound to disturb their time alone.

“What did I tell you about calling me past working hours?”

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She did not know why Eisuke was taking her out with him that night. In fact, she did not know why he was being nice to her at all. But her fascination was too much that she didn’t even have time to wonder about why he seemed to have a sudden change of heart. She was delightfully distracted by the place that was bustling with activity, as they walked the crowded strip. It was surrounded by rows upon rows of shops selling all kinds of stuff from expensive bags and watches to cheap toys and street food.

“I don’t care what he said, send the details to my email right away!” she heard Eisuke demand. He was really cranky, and she could not help but feel sorry for Mr. Kenzaki. Whatever it was, she was sure it was urgent. Kenzaki was probably the man who knew Eisuke best and he would never call unless it was important.

“What do you mean you don’t have it?” And for Eisuke, there was nothing more irritating than dealing with business partners who breach contracts. His plan to affiliate with a company in secret had been prematurely made public. Because of this, clients will back out, the deal won’t push through, and stocks will fall. This was all in a day’s work for him. It was nothing he hasn’t dealt with before. Damage-control is all part of his job. Except tonight was especially off limits. He was going to tell Mae everything. That was his plan. He was going to tell her about her father’s motives, about Soryu, about who she really is.

But it looked like he’d have to postpone that agenda for tomorrow. In the middle of the conversation, he received a text message from Ota telling him that there were reporters hanging around the lobby of the hotel, asking for him.

Three days, Eisuke thought.

I leave my office for three days and all these incredibly stupid things happen…

It exasperated him so much, he raised his chin and looked at the black sky as if challenging it. But in his mind, he just could not deal with these things at the moment. He had something planned and he was going to accomplish it that night.

“I want you to produce that copy for me, Kenzaki,” he said dismissively. And then quickly, he called Soryu to ward off those good-for-nothing journalists. His life’s work had to wait a little longer. It should learn to take care of itself for now because it was time to fix his.

But just when he was finally free from disturbances, he realized, as he turned to Mae, that she was no longer in sight.

*** Out of breath, he’d searched for her around the block, crossing the streets and checking out the windows of the shops nearby.

Everyone’s being exceptionally uncooperative today.

And he wasn’t going to forgive her for sneaking off like that. Had she no idea how much it took to convince Katsuragi to leave her with him for a few days? For Eisuke, everything can always be bought with a price tag. Everything. Until he had to deal with Katsuragi. That man was as square as a checker board.

And now he just lost her. He lost her in this busy shopping district, with so many potential threats out to get her. It was a nightmare, especially when he realized there was no way he could call her phone. He cursed under his breath, at himself for not being able to keep an eye on her. But more importantly:

Goddammit, Mae. Could you be any more stupid?!

Did she even have money on her? How was she going to hail a cab back to the hotel? Or was she taken? Eisuke’s mind raced for all the possibilities.

Does that girl even have a brain?

He thought of where she could have been. If he were Mae, where would he let his little brain take her? If he were an abductor, where would he hide and keep her? Eisuke rarely loses his composure. But at that moment, he was panicked. He knew that Mae was no longer a kid. He should not act like he had just lost a tiny three-year-old girl in a mad crowd like this. But there he was, his heart racing, pacing around like a cage tiger, just thinking of where else to look. And just when he was about to lose it and call for Soryu again, he finally spotted her. She was across the street, happily walking with a silly smile, among stalls that were selling random, cheap, crap. At that moment, she was almost like an annoying little girl, innocently overlooking how she’d just made him turn the world upside-down trying to find her.

Fucking really?

But he didn’t say that out loud because he could not deny the relief that washed through him. And even though his tongue itched to say something else equally obscene, his intention to call out to her disappeared when he saw her take a shiny piece of something in her hands.

It was a bracelet.

It was one of those fake bracelets sold in stalls that were lined up at the side of the street. For a while, Eisuke found himself wondering what about it enchanted her so much. It looked like a silver chain with some trinkets dangling on it. She let her fingers gently run through the silver thing as she eyed it with fondness. She held it ever so delicately like was the most precious thing on earth. Like it was the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

For crying out loud, it was fake. If she was going to be his sister, someone should train her to have an eye for things that actually had value. She didn’t even look at the emerald necklace like that. But there she was anyway, swooning over some cheap, silver-plated, glass-studded bracelet that was being sold for 3 for $10.

Well, was she going to buy it? He realized that Mae didn’t have money on her. But there was no way he was going to buy her something like that. He was going to get her something even better. And even though it squeezed his heart a little to see her put the bracelet down with a wistful look on her face, he’s made up his mind.

As soon as she’d left, Eisuke proceeded to the stall and bought it himself.

It should look exactly like this.

And that was going to be his way of saying sorry. He was going to apologize for keeping this a secret from her for the longest time. And for treating her like this ever since. For bullying her and pushing her around. For telling her what to do, and for making her do things she doesn’t like – even if that’s exactly what big brothers do.

And he knew it was unfair for him to bring her here in Hong Kong – of all places – but it was his opportunity to give this place a chance with her. And if there is something about this place that would hold a spot in her heart, then at least she wouldn’t feel so alone come that time. And he was going to be all right with it when it comes. Because unlike her father’s intentions, he would choose Soryu because there was simply no other person he’d fully trust to take care of his only family. His friend’s sense of duty was superior, even to his own. And even though Soryu didn’t know yet about their plans, he was sure that he would not do anything to hurt her. More importantly, as a friend who’s known him since they were much younger, he knew that Mae could finally be his type. That even though Soryu hates women, he was sure that only a girl like Mae can breach the walls he’s put up all these years.

Eisuke saw it working in his head. It was going to work. He knew it and he wasn’t afraid to play match-maker. And it was going to be something he’s going to live to do – with or without using his money and he was determined to make it happen one way or another.

#KBTBB #MSB #eisuke ichinomiya #Kissed By the Baddest Bidder #My Sweet Bodyguard

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otomeonfleek · 6 years ago

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Imagine: KBTBB and Budgeting

As someone from a less well-off financial standing, the way he spent his money was horrifying. Sure, there was a slim chance that he would ever be dirt-poor, however your frugal mentality itched to improve his senseless spending. From himself or his circle of friends, the mentality of grabbing items first then carelessly dropping nearly a million dollars to pay them off was not uncommon. You however were the type of person to invest half an hour contemplating whether it was okay to spend $45.

Ota:

Managing to convince the young artist to show you his recent spendings, you found yourself slowly turning pale and developing an eye twitch.

He was pacing around the room as you ran through each of his purchases from that week. You paused before mumbling, “Are you telling me that these paintbrushes are $100,000 a piece?” With that knowledge, your eyes shifted to the metallic container laying unassumingly on his desk and housing the most ordinary-looking brushes ever.

There was a small pause as the blonde turned on his heel, “...If you think that I’m going to Michael’s to buy cheap-ass synthetic brushes like the ones you use on your face for what you consider makeup, then you have another thing coming.”

Without fail, the spite and ever-lasting sass of his stung you. You knew that him being especially nasty was a defense mechanism to distract from the fact that he was spending hundreds of thousands on brushes. Yes, art was his livelihood and passion which enabled him to make millions. However, there had to be more affordable brushes to consider.

“Sweetie, are you sure there aren’t any other types of brushes you can try?” You gave him an uneasy smile at how his complexion suddenly darkened at your suggestion.

Shooting you a mockingly sweet smile that earned him the title of ‘Angelic Artist’ in spite of his more sadistic nature, he countered you with, “Honey, are you sure there aren’t any other types of concealer you can try?”

In horror, your hands automatically shot up to your under-eye area as you felt your insecurities slowly being unravelled by the savagery of Ota Kisaki. “Ota, you take that back!! You’re being especially rude.”

Needless to say, that day and beyond you never re-opened the discussion on his brushes’ price points. Your pride was too great for it.

Eisuke:

The both of you were seated on one of the many Italian and custom leather couches in the vast living area of the penthouse. His latest model of laptop was placed in front of you as he explained his finances with a rather bored expression.

Your lips were pressed in a tight line as you processed what he was saying and were internally screaming. “Tax evasion is illegal, Eisuke.”

The familiar and piercing sepia orbs of his rolled as leaned back to cross his arms defiantly in his infamous purple dress shirt. “So are the auctions and more than half of the other things we do here, but I didn’t see you complaining about it when I bought you.”

Sharply inhaling through your nose at how ridiculous he was, you growled, “What are you talking about?? I COMPLAINED. A LOT. The whole time and process, I complained!!! At one point, I think I even tried to run away!!!”

Exasperated, you threw your arms in the air when you noticed him tapping away on one of his many smartphones.

“Oh, were you saying something? I just bought another island using my off-shore account. That reminds me, I want coffee.” Not taking his eyes off his mobile device, he blindly reached for and held up his half-empty mug. You noted how it was encrusted with Swarovski crystals and decided this was a fight for another day.

Thick and through, Eisuke Ichinomiya was a diva. A tax-evading diva with selective memory and a knack for buying islands in the middle of arguments that was somehow your boyfriend.

“MC, I am still waiting on that coffee.”

“Coming, Eisuke!” Maybe you wouldn’t ever stop him from technically being a criminal or help him be more reasonable in terms of finances, but you could give him decaf. Right on, MC! That will totally show him.

Mamoru:

You were logged onto the desktop in your shared apartment with the detective’s banking statements pulled up and him lazing on a couch behind you. His feet were propped up as he sipped at a canned beer in his wrinkled work suit. Periodically, he commented on the muted game playing on the living room TV.

As you scrolled through the reports and did separate calculations on your smartphone, you grew more horrified. “Mamoru, you spend nearly $400 on cigarettes a month.”

Without even turning around, you could already envision his deadpan as he mindlessly commented, “What’s your point?”

You swiveled the office chair and glared at the back of his mop-like head of hair, “My point is that you can’t be spending like this. You’re a cop and you don’t make nearly as much money as the other guys!” Sure, he assisted the bidders with the auctions and received a percentage, however he was hardly of millionaire status. If he was, would he really dress like that? The thought passed through your mind as you nearly snickered before snapping back to reality.

“It’s my money and I can do what I want with it! If I damned please, I could buy a ticket to Cuba, buy my smokes there, and come back in one trip just to spite you! Hell, I could even buy myself a new suit from Macy’s for that same trip to Cuba!” Growing impressively heated, he finally sat up and shifted to shoot you a harsh glare.

You briefly wondered if he somehow picked up on your silent judgement of his fashion choices and about how awfully specific he was being about Cuba along with Macy’s.

Turning to face the computer screen, your fingers hovered above the mouse to a certain bit of his banking report and stopped. With a rather smug grin, you stated, “Babe, I’m looking at your checking account right now, and you can’t even afford a decent suit with that money. So what makes you think you can afford to go to Cuba?”

From behind, you could hear him scrambling to his feet and nearly knock over the ratty fabric couch as he rushed to the computer. “THAT CAN’T BE RIGHT!!! I HAD AT LEAST A HUNDRED LAST TIME I CHECKED!!” In his desperation, he nearly shoved you to the side as he gazed at the screen. Any hope left soon was drained as he realized the truth.

“Do you think if I started vaping I would save more money?”

“I think if you started vaping, I would leave you.”

Baba:

The two of you were sorting through your shared walk-in closet and deciding which clothes needed to go. Unlike most of the bidders, Baba was very receptive to your ‘normal person’ customs and seemed eager to donate any unused items to charity. As his partner, you wanted to help in any way possible and were working towards maximizing his finances.

That mission was on your mind as you started to note the extensive fedora collection owned by the international thief extraordinaire. They were some with the most blinding patterns (ie. zebra stripes) and most ridiculously resembling the iconic burgundy hat he was known for. Your hands wandered to check the brand names and also realized that many were still new with their price tags included. You choked at the several zeroes accompanying each tag. It was undeniable that you loved the man, but his fedoras were so damned tacky that their cost made no sense.

From his corner of the closet, the older male glanced up from his pile of old shirts and asked, “Is something wrong, pretty lady?” The affectionate pet names was always pleasant to hear, but almost fell on deaf ears to you as you started to do mental math.

“...Mitsunari, you don’t need all these fedoras, you just want them.” It was a harsh revelation that you admittedly winced at when delivering because of how dear the accessory was to him. You felt your heart pang when you saw his light demeanor fall.

With his broad shoulders drooping, he asked in a rather small voice, “But don’t you think they look nice?” His thin and long digits reached up to run along the rim of his current and burgundy hat, almost as if to comfort himself.

On the inside, you screamed how tacky you truly thought they were. However, you constructed a careful response for the sake of his feelings, “Dear, don’t you think you should cut back a bit on these...investments? You have dozens of fedoras here that you’ve never even used.”

After several moments of silence in which you sweated bullets, Baba nodded with a suddenly cheerful grin. “Aww, you’re right! I’ll even wear this one to dinner! It’s Chanel!” He crossed the room and plucked one of his many pieces from the shelf with a rather victorious smile.

You felt your very essence shake at how the hat looked exactly like the one he was wearing now and at the knowledge that a revered brand like Chanel would produce such a heinous accessory. In a way, you won. However, in another way, you still lost.

Soryu:

Out of all the bidders, you felt Soryu was fairly reasonable. If you omit his bad habit of brandishing his gun in public at rude waiters and Mamoru, he was pretty okay. When it came to checking his spending habits, you felt there wouldn’t be anything too outrageous. With that, you nearly lost your shit when you noticed a rather costly trend from his most recent statements.

“Soryu! Sweetie, can you come here for a sec?” You called out to your mobster boyfriend from your comfy position on your side of the king-sized bed. Placing the Macbook on your lap, your face twitched at the numbers glaring across the screen.

In a few moments, the rather tall and raven-haired male entered the room. He was still in his work suit and had been working in his office when you called. “Is everything alright?” His smooth baritone cut through the silence as he moved to sit at the edge of the bed by your feet.

You noted how impossibly handsome he was and forced yourself to quit checking him out. This was a topic that needed to be addressed and his fine cheekbones would not stop you. “So I was looking at your recent statements and...how much money do you think you spend on hair gel?” Your eyes were suddenly glued on his shiny and slicked back hair.

He seemed suddenly self-conscious as he shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. Pursing his thin lips, he tried to seem casual as he replied with, “I’m not sure. In a year, probably only a few hundred. I have tried some brands here and there.”

You unintentionally squinted at him, wondering if he was knowingly lying to you. “Hmm. I hate to break it to you, but this past year you’ve spent several thousand on hair gel.”

The more you thought about how much volume was in a typical container of hair gel, the more you wanted to break into laughter at how your partner was likely dousing his whole being in it. He had only so much hair and the idea of investing so much into it seemed ludicrous. Yes, it was nice hair, but how much product did he realistically need?

Although silence was not uncommon for the Ice Dragon Boss, you still grew a bit nervous. He finally sighed and slightly dropped his shoulders, “I didn’t think I was that bad. It’s just that this brand I use now is imported from the Middle East with essential oils and...has extra holding strength.”

No matter what, you could not laugh. You were biting down on your tongue so hard that you were sure that it was going to rip off. The way he was being so bashful about damned hair product made it morally painful to make fun of him.

“...I can start using generic again, if you want me to.” He offered despite the obvious frown on his pale visage, eyes seeming pained at the idea of using low-quality gel.

Although this entire situation was meant to minimize his extravagant spending, you did not have the heart to take this away from him. Damn it all, Soryu is a mobster boss and he deserves proper hair gel!

You reached forward for one of his hands and he easily allowed it. Rubbing soothing circles onto the back of his hand, you shake your head, “I won’t take this away from you. There are worst ways to spend your money like on cocaine or gambling which I’m sure Mamoru does.”

Soryu seemed to flinch at the mentioning of his faux arch-nemesis but ultimately softened at your display of affection. “I’ll try to get help one day.”

#voltage inc #love 365 #Soryu Oh #kbtbb #eisuke ichinomiya #Ota Kisaki #mamoru kishi #Mitsunari Baba #otome #imagine

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d-om · 6 years ago

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Never Again | Eisuke

mjsuhdskmnxjhuosfjdkmj i havent wrote a fic in so long

tagging: @bat-yo-us

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If it’s for her, I’m willing to die.

So, why? Why aren’t I the one in pain?

Several threat letters came flooding to Eisuke’s hotel. Normally, he would scoff at such ill-written letters. Brushing them off as envious beings who just wanted the thing he could care less about, money. This time however, this time was different. They all had one thing in common. Instead of targeting his money, they now targeted his most prized gift, her.

“They have some nerve..” Eisuke muttered to himself as he flipped through the letters. Each one of them saying hazardous phrases like “Butcher her” or “We’ll kill her in front of you”. It petrified him. So much that his body ran cold just thinking about not being able to envelop the warmth he had gotten so used to.

“Boss, lighten up.” Baba’s voice barely entered his hazed reality. “We won’t let anything happen to her. Right?”

Baba looked around the room for affirmation and they all nodded.

“This isn’t the first death letter you’ve got.” Mamoru’s breathed his last smoke in between his words and then continued to rub the cigarette stub into the pan harshly. “Take it easy.”

That was the last thing they said before Eisuke got up, wiping his pale face and replacing it with his usual scowl.

“I don’t know what the hell you think you’re talking about. You think I’m scared? Please. I wouldn’t let anyone lay a finger on her.” He crumbled the letters in his hands and disposed of them in the garbage. They we’re right. He needed to take it easy if he wanted to set his mind straight and protect her properly.

“Excuse me..” Her enchanting voice came peeking through the elevator door. Just the sight of her gentle expression caused a shockwave of emotions through his heart. She was safe for now, but for how much longer?

“I’m here to clean and well..I brought a guest.” An unfamiliar man shadowed behind her, wearing a worker uniform just like the rest of the employees. The timing of the letters and the man standing before him seemed perfect. Too perfect. The other bidders seemed to catch on to the scenario as well. Scowering inside their jackets and pants for some of weapon to defend themselves and also Eisuke’s woman.

“Who gave you permission to bring some one else up here? Especially a man.” Eisuke tried to conceal the concern in his voice by striking a deep rumbling chord in his throat.

“He’s new and I have to monitor him for a day. P-Please don’t send him away! I really need to teach him!” She coward against Eisuke’s overwhelming demeanor, ducking her head back into her chest.

“If he’s hired at MY hotel he should already be above regular standards. Why does he need someone to monitor him? Come here now.” Nodding slightly she started to pace forward, only to be drawn back to her position by a brute force.

“What the- AAH?!” Her bewilderment was slashed short by a frigid feeling on the base of her neck. Reacting to the eerie sound of the blade, Soryu and Mamoru aimed their guns precisely on the mans head. A knife, a simple kitchen tool threatening to end her life at any moment taunted at Eisuke, resulting in his blood turning gelid like the weapon.

“Move a muscle and you’re dead.” His words were dry, steadily vacating themselves from his tongue.

“Pfft..” The man chuckled underneath his breath. A monstrous grin being lifted upon his face. “If your little..” He paused, furthering the knife to her throat, “Henchmen’s decide not to put their guns down, I’ll slit her throat right here.”

“What do you want? Hah, you go as low to threaten me with my woman, it must be something really important.” Eisuke motioned his hands for them to lighten their aim of fire.

“You.”

The word hung damply in the air.

“Me?”

“Yes. I knew if I threatened something you actually cared about, you’d be more..cooperative. And you know what I want? I want you to let me kill you. Then I’ll let her go. Or..” The blade finally pierced her skin, a thin line of blood following from it.

“Ngh!” She whimpered in pain, struggling fiercely to escape his strict imprisonment.

“I’ll kill her. So? What will it be?” His eyes secured themselves on Eisuke’s, beckoning him to make the wrong move.

“Fine. Let her go.”

“Eisuke!” All the bidders desperately vociferated at him, demanding him to stop. That meant nothing to him

“No! Eisuke, please! Run away!” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wailed. As much as it pained him to see her crying, it pained him more to think she would die before him.

“Excellent.” Immediately, he casted her violently on the ground.

The knife now pointed perilously at Eisuke.

This was it. The end of Eisuke Ichinomiya.

Distance between him and the blade shortened.

“Eisuke!”

It was a good life. He fastened his eyes shut, patiently waiting his death

“EISUKE!!”

The sound of flesh being torn open reverberated through the air. The throbbing ache he should of felt however, never came.

He opened his eyes. All he saw was her, her standing in front of him.

“Damn you!” The man bitterly sliced the knife out of her stomach and flicked the blood on the floor.

No..This wasn’t happening.

A single gunshot attended to his dismay, leaving him the man dead.

Only silence followed. No words could describe the air in the room as they watched her body fall limply onto the ground.

“NO!” Eisuke frantically seized her body up into his arms, watching the blood fall helplessly all over the carpet.

“No..wake up! Wake up! Soryu! Ota! ANYONE! Call an ambulance! No..No..” Tears dripped onto her face, leaving then streaks of a mixture of blood and water as they traveled down the side of her cheeks. As his tears fell, a weak smile brilliantly displayed on her bloodied face.

“Thank goodness..You aren’t hurt..”

The last words she spoke for that day reminded Eisuke of one thing.

How precious life is. And especially, how precious her life is..

Some Time Later..

Her eyelashes fluttered softly in the morning breeze that swept through their bed. This feeling of his beloved being captivated in his arms and breathing steadily seemed so distant a few weeks ago.

“Mmm..Good morning, Eisuke.” Her unimpeachable eyes stared longingly into his, her reflection being mirrored by his gaze. This moment was suppose to be precious, but it only reminded him of the way that man..no..that monster looked at him when he nearly took her life. Never would he ever let the scene that unfolded in front of him occur again.

“Good morning..” Eisuke planted a sweet kiss upon her lips, outlining the shape of them with his tongue. Answering to his action with her cheeks flushing red she perched herself up, rotating herself so that her back was turned to him.

“Want some coffee?” After their playful time she rose up, sweeping her hair to the front of her chest.

“No. Stay here.” Grabbing her by the waist he tug her down, rubbing his face gently behind her back. “You’re not getting up till I go with you.”

“Eisuke..I’ll be fin- Ooh!” His hands skillfully relocated her position to be underneath of him. The sight of her body alone caused his heart to painfully jolt with pleasure. This..This figure belonged to him and him alone. Eisuke started to roughly kiss her chest, traveling his desire down to where the scar she had obtained was.

“D-Don’t kiss it! It’s gross!” She shielded her cicatrix, her scar, with her hands. The one thing she was ashamed about was this. A “horrible blemish” she would call it. To Eisuke however, it showed him how much she truly loved him.

“Take your hands away.” His hands affixed her arms above her head. Again he started to kiss the mark, now sucking harshly on it.

“Hnn..Eisuke..” Small noises crept out of her throat making Eisuke more excited.

“You’re perfect. And I promise you...I’ll never let you out of my sights again.

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yakocchi · 4 years ago

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Lecherous Wild Beasts (VIP Room Event) // The Lust of a Tantalized Beast (Soryu), Special Episode

I would’ve grouped this with the previous post but im dumb and also i like keeping my translation posts fairly clean before the cut (｡･з･｡) the shitposting stays behind the gate

this is indeed a translation for a soryu-only story but i wanted to post both sides of the cg zooms bc 1) i believe in the equal distribution of boys and 2) im probably not gonna do the eisuke story any time soon so yea im slapping the image here... but somebody is probably gonna leak the full one anyway so w/e

Spoilers behind the cut! Please credit if you take anything from this post, thenk u (･ω･*) no screencaps cause im lazy lol

!! This is a translation of the Special Episode only - there are 2 episodes before this in the MC’s POV. tl;dr she essentially blueballs the poor guy by accident bc she felt that appearing too obedient like a faithful dog or w/e was kind of a bad look

Special Episode

Kara’s been acting strange for the past few days. When talking to her she replies with the same as usual, a natural countenance. (But when we touch...) She casually puts some distance between us... or so I feel.

(...I’m looking into it too much. We just accidentally made contact.) I turn the pages of the book, listening to my thoughts, when I sense someone’s eyes on me. Kara was looking at me with wistful eyes. (That’s right, it didn’t mean anything. With my evidence right here...) Invited by that sweet gaze, I kiss her as I pin her down. [Soryu]: “...” [Kara]: “Mn, nn-...” When I deepen the kiss, she twists her body a bit. (...When we kiss, she shows me the same adorable reaction as usual.) (So of course, she’s not actually trying to avoid me for some reason or anything.)

When I move to start to strip off her clothes, she then pushes me away with great force. [Soryu]: “...What’s wrong?” [Kara]: “Sorry. I’m a bit sleepy today, so...” [Soryu]: “......” [Kara]: “......” (I feel like she's rejecting me for the same reason as that of two nights ago, but...) [Soryu]: ”...Lately it seems you’ve been getting more and more tired.” [Kara]: “...Yes. Work’s been busy.” (Though taking that into account, she doesn’t appear too exhausted to me...) (But perhaps - So I don’t get concerned, she doesn’t want to show that to me?) For Kara, whose thoughtfulness is quite profound, I felt that was a plausible theory. [Soryu]: ”If you ruin your body, it’ll defeat the whole purpose of everything.” [Soryu]: ”I know that you value your work, but don’t overexert yourself for it.” [Kara]: ”...Okay.” (It doesn’t really make sense to me, but there’s no point in interrogating her now.) (I’ll just believe what she says and hold out.) I lend my arm to her to sleep on and close my eyes.

The warmth transmitted to the pajama sleeve irritated me.

A few more days passed where I was not given any opportunity to touch her. From simply her behavior otherwise being completely unchanged, the instinct of desiring her swells. (From what I’ve seen - just as I had suspected, she doesn’t appear tired at all.) If I go touch her at the house, she’ll definitely try to avoid me. I prepare a trap at a nearby hotel, and proceed to drive her to a corner. [Kara]: “...Are we not going home yet?” After eating dinner at a restaurant, she looks at me strangely as I push the up button of the elevator. [Soryu]: “If I didn’t set it up like this, you would escape me tonight, too.” [Kara]: “Eh...?” [Kara]: “...Nn-...” The moment we get on the elevator, I pull her towards me and kiss her. [Kara]: “Soryu, wai-” [Soryu]: “......” (I can’t wait any longer.) (Even if you ask that of me, I can’t listen to such wishes tonight.) I drive her to the wall and continue kissing her as if to vent out all of my frustrated desires. With that, her body loses a bit of its strength. (You’re not refusing me. Isn’t that right...?) Instead of asking such out loud I glide my hands along her, kindling her heat. [Kara]: ”Nn...” [Soryu]: “......” Roused by her stifled voice more and more, I become aware of my own lack of composure. (I'm akin to a beast. That’s what I’ve become from simply being unable to make love for half a month.)

....is it just me or in his stories it always felt like the boy would usually not bone her until like 3 weeks or once a month bc he’s all busy and stuff whys he acting like a felon from horni jail all of a sudden

maybe their implied boning are just not always written unlike eisuke where it feels like every time they bone ever it’s gotta have a footnote with a wikipedia-approved source

(But, now...) When I gently bite her lip, her body greatly trembles. (Even if you ask for forgiveness, I won’t let go.) (I want to make love to you, right now...!)

We enter the room with me carrying her in my arms, her own strength halfway gone.

[Soryu]: ”You can’t escape any longer.” [Kara]: “Ah-...” I press her onto the shut door to steal her freedom, and force her knees apart through the dress. Her cheeks were dyed red, and as if it were unbearable she averts her eyes. [Soryu]: “Why do you look away?” [Kara]: “Nn...” She turns her head down and leaks out a faint noise, and I want nothing else but to capture those eyes once more. [Soryu]: “Face up, Kara.” Our gazes intertwining, I lift her leg up by the knee and stroke her thigh.

When I touch the secret part of her through the fabric, she lets out a small cry. [Kara]: “Agh... Nn-” [Soryu]: “......” Spurred on by her voice, I draw circles by pressing against the cloth. [Kara]: “...Ah...ah-...!” Her hips quivering, neck twisting - her body kept on shaking about. I could not take my eyes off any of it. [Kara]: “Please, stop... I’m begging you...!” [Soryu]: “...kgh.” My throat growls subconsciously. With her eyes wet and skin carrying this heat, her body was entirely betraying her words. [Soryu]: “Why do you want me to stop?” [Kara]: “...Because, it’s... shameful...” Her complaint had blurred near the end. But her eyes looked at me with a longing, and it was terribly alluring. [Soryu]: “...But, your body instead seems quite pleased?” [Kara]: “...ngh.” [Soryu]: “What should I do? Should I stop?” [Kara]: “......” She looks up at me once more, and tears were visible on the corners of her eyes. [Kara]: “...Please release me. I... won’t run away anymore.” [Soryu]: “......” My grip on her wrists relaxed on their own, and she didn’t run away. [Kara]: “I also want to feel you.” [Kara]: “That’s why- please, don’t stop...” [Soryu]: “......!” Her suggestive words made my body forget everything. Carrying her to the bed before pressing her down, just the sensation of our skin touching causes a sigh to almost spill out of my lips. Desiring me, she clings onto me as she becomes madly disheveled. [Kara]: “Soryu...” Her entangled arms made the ache in my waist grow larger.

oh no, he pp.........

[Soryu]: “......” [Soryu]: “Kara...!” [Kara]: “Aah-...” Kara embraces me as her sweet voice spills, her fingers running through my hair over and over... Urged on by her gaze, I lift her knee and deeply sink on top of her.

[Kara]: “Ah, ah, aah-...” [Kara]: “Soryu! Soryu...!” [Soryu]: “...gh-” Not wanting even the smallest of gaps between us, she hugs me and doesn’t let go. (This is bad...I can’t hold back.) Driving into her with unprecedented lust, she also desires me once more... Governed by our instincts, we fervently desired each other until morning.

Afterwards, she confessed that “the truth was that I was afraid of you losing interest in me, and so I tried to avoid physical contact”, and our calm nights together returned once more. [Soryu]: “It’s about time we go to bed soon...” [Kara]: "Right. Well, how was your day today?” [Soryu]: “Hm... When I get to end the day like this with you, it’s certainly been a good day.” [Kara]: “Huh...?” [Kara]: “Nn-” [Soryu]: “......” [Kara]: “...Soryu...”

Pressing my lips to hers, she gives a modest response. When I sneak my hands under the hem of her clothes, her eyes suddenly become wet with want, and the her from that night crossed my mind. (It was quite difficult for me to be unable to touch her for a long time.) (With that in mind, and this...) If I let her go like this and go to bed, I wonder what she’ll do. (Will you show me, once more - the sight of you clinging onto me, desiring me?) I quietly leave a bit of distance between our faces, and she blinks, seemingly perplexed. [Kara]: “...?”

[Soryu]: “Shall we go to bed for the night?” [Kara]: “Eh...?” The eyes that stared back at me were as tearful as that of a puppy. [Soryu]: “......” (What on Earth... is this feeling of guilt...) [Soryu]: “...I was joking.” [Kara]: “!” [Kara]: “...Nn-” I seal her voice that was probably about to protest, and deepening the kiss we entangled our limbs. She breathed out a joyful sigh and leisurely stroked my arm. (As revenge for making me endure of all that last time, I wanted to be the one to tell her to “wait” this time, but-) (Somehow, following through with that sort of tactic seems impossible for me.) And that means I’m truly no match for her. While listening to the sound of that sweet voice leaking out of her, I glide my lips along the swell of her breast.

FIN

well actually this sexi scene or w/e pales in comparison to the recently-released soryu “first night” story in otona love (for obv reasons) but i much prefer the stories where they’ve been together for a while because that’s where the beeg luv begins. lol to me, in mobage otome the journey to the relationship is the barrier to the actual good content

if you’re curious abt the plot of the high-grade eisuke story, essentially eisuke and mc go out into a bougie safari lodge in africa and then bone there..... yea idk i always feel strange whenever im eating a choco pie that’s been sitting in the freezer while reading ichinomiya eisuke and the wealthy hollows

anyway sorry for no caps this time around but i mean there was nothing special really. his hair doesnt even change when they say her hands go through his hair smh MY IMMERSION LITERALLY UNPLAYABLE

as always, thanks for reading!

#kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #soryu oh #spoilers #should i tag eisuke #hes not in the story #hm #nahhh

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Fake (A KBTBB FanFic) Chapter 1 - A Disaster After Another, Part 1

“What do you mean you can’t find anything on him?” I question. “Sorry hon, I didn’t mean to sound irritated, but that client gave us weeks to find out information on Andy Rusbre. Why haven’t you found anything yet? He’s coming to the bar in 18 hours.” I say, watching over the stage from the upstairs lounge.

My name is Vivian Grier and I run the most central business in the underground world. The Serpent Syndicate was created by me when I turned 20. Some bad things have happened, but I turned it around for the better. My workers and I provide information to people who can afford to exchange money for it. We have policies and rules that both the client and us Serpents have to follow. Anything valuable can be exchanged for information but not sex. And even a threat can cause them to disappear. Usually money is the best way to negotiate with us. All of the most influential and powerful people come to the Serpents for information. We have the means to gain it but only a select amount of people actually gains the pleasure of seeing our faces.

I run underground bars for both the wilful and the adolescents. Located all around the world, everyone corresponds on information. But they are not just workers. They have become my family. Millions of dollars come to me every day, but everyone gets their share. And we’re always willing to take in those who need help.

“I’m sorry Ma’am. I know we should have come to you about this earlier but…” Vayy, my personal assistant and trusted friend, trails off. “Earlier? We only have a few days Vayy! Mr. Oshaka wants to know about his investors company and we know nothing. Okay. I’ll do something. Get the private jet ready. I’m going to Japan.”

The Tres Spades Hotel is a casino hotel with everything you could possibly want for entertainment in it. But it’s the party that I need to go to. The IVC attracts everyone from around the world like moths to a flame. Anyone and everyone come here to make connections, or to have a sneak peek at the hotel owner, Eisuke Ichinomiya. All the women want him, and all the men want to be him. His name comes up frequently in the Serpent’s tongue (a phrase we use to talk about information in our circle). Always, people want to know about him and his business ventures, the women he’s been with, the connections he has, his next move and many more questions. Some of which we can’t answer. When the hotel was first built by Ichinomiya, I had created a small group of people to be the first Serpents of Serpent Syndicate. After that, I had to set up a bar in the vicinity of the hotel. I’ve never met him, but little did I know that I would soon enough.

“Hello, I made a reservation for the VIP room under the name Vivian.” I say. “Yes, Miss Vivian Grier. Let me get your room key, just a moment.” The receptionist walks away, and I scroll down the many messages I have received from the Serpents.

‘Did you make it safely Ma’am? - Vayy’

‘How’s Japan? Warm? - Henry’

‘Forget the weather, have you seen the Eisuke Ichinomiya? He’s so dreamy! - Jack’

‘I wish I could be at the hotel too! Have fun mistress! Xx - Sal’

Their messages make me laugh and I type into our group chat ‘Yes I have made it safely Vayy; Japan is very warm Henry; no I haven’t seen Eisuke Ichinomiya Jack and I disagree with your comment :P; I’m not here for fun, I’m here for work Sal, now all of you get back to work’

When I look up, I see the very man I wasn’t expecting to see. Eisuke Ichinomiya with another man, a man whom I know very well. Soryu Oh is a mobster, part of the Ice Dragons. He and his little Dragons have been using the Serpent Syndicate since it was first introduced by me. Even though he is not the boss of the Ice Dragons, he still strides to impress.

They walk down the large staircase and many women rush up to greet Eisuke. But what amuses me the most is Soryu Oh’s face when the women come up. His face scrunches up and he walks back up the stairs to the elevator.

“Doesn’t like women? He’s in business with one though. Hm.”

“Did you say something Miss?” The receptionist returns, and I smile. I take the key card and head to my room. But I could have sworn that I saw Eisuke Ichinomiya watching me.

The room is spacious. Lots of room with a very nice view of Tokyo. I remember being in Tokyo, when I was very young. I’m of a Japanese descent but I am also British. My father is Japanese, but I grew up in England, Rochester where my mother was born. Dad would take us here on holidays whenever I said I wanted to see pink blossom trees. These are very fond memories, although the buzzing in my pocket pulls me out of my daydream.

“Hello? Vayy? What have you found?”

“Ma’am I have found that a Mr. Ukara will be at the IVC tonight. He corresponded once with the Rusbre Inc. so he should know about any activities.”

“Right. Text me a list of others who may know Andy Rusbre. I need to get ready soon.”

“Yes Ma’am. But there is something else you should know. Sal seems to have uncovered some birth certificates which state that Mr Oshaka and Andy Rubsre are related.”

“Related? How?”

“Brothers I believe. They were separated until recently when Mr Oshaka and Mr Rusbre decided to collaborate on a project.”

“I see. Well, it’s not really our concern although it would have been nice to know this small detail. Thanks Vayy. And give Sal my thanks on a job well done.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

I hang up and look at the outfit I have prepared for the IVC. A royal blue mermaid evening gown with sapphires and diamonds on the cap sleeves. It is an open back, so it will show off my owl tattoo on my upper back. I got it done when I was 18 and unlike many university students, it was a decision that I don’t regret.

I have some time to kill though so I’ll go down and explore the hotel. As I slowly walk down the stairs when I suddenly see a man walking briskly past a female staff member. She tumbles to the ground and I rush to her aid.

“Hey! Don’t take another step.” I shout out to the man who ran. Ha I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it. Too much? I know.

The man turns around. “Who me?”

“Yes you, you dumbo. Who runs past, pushes a woman to the floor and doesn’t even stop to ask if she’s okay?”

“Excuse me!? I’m sorry but I’m in a hurry.”

“You should be apologizing to the lady on the ground, not me. She’s a poor woman after all.” Some of the guests start whispering

‘What kind of man doesn’t help a woman? Disgraceful.’

‘Men these days don’t know how to treat a woman properly.’

‘A women’s safety surely is more important.’

The large man’s face turns red and he says “I don’t need to be told what to do. Especially from a woman. And besides, she’s only a lowly staff maid.”

“Oh? A lowly staff maid? What kind of impression do you have of women? Doesn’t matter if the victim’s a woman or a man, an elder or a child, you should have the decency to help someone when you push them down. So you won’t listen to me, but will you do it if it was another guest?” At my words, many of the guests speak out, voicing their whispers clearly.

“What are you doing? Go and help her already.” The man grunts and walks over, forcibly pulling her up on her feet and practically running out of the lobby. I walk over to her while the other guests disperse.

“Are you okay dear? Did you get hurt?” I ask. Her face flushes when a few of the guests watch our exchange.

“Yes I’m fine. Sorry.” I pull a face and lightly tap the side of her head.

“You don’t apologise for falling down. Come on, help me pick this up.” She dropped the towels she was holding, and we pick them up.

An elderly guest walks over and says to me “That was a very good thing you did. Put that man right in his place.”

“Thank you, but I was really only doing what I felt was right. My mother and father taught me to always be kind, so I was only following their teachings.”

“Then they are very good parents. Manners are so scarce in recent generations. And I hope you are okay now.” And with that, the woman walks away. The maid bows a thanks and goes to the employees corridor. I head out of the hotel to get some fresh air.

What? What happened? My head… It feels like a mammoth kicked me in the face and then in the back of my head for good measure. I scrunch up my eyes when a bright light hits my face. A spotlight? I shake my head to get rid of the dreary feeling, but it only gets worse when I open them?

What the hell is this?

I’m on a stage.

In a birdcage.

Handcuffed.

A large group of people.

Wearing masks.

And an auctioneer.

Fuck.

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