The Bad, The Bidder, and the Daughter (KBTBB)

Baba: Fourteen

KATSUMI POV

I awoke with a throbbing pain in my head.

Ugh, what the heck happened?

As I was about to rub my temples I noticed something was off.

I couldn't move my hands.

I looked down and saw I was tied to a chair.

A freakin chair.

I mumbled a few curses under my breath before screaming, "LET ME OUT YOU *INSERT EDGY INSULT*"

"Cagna Stai zitto!" Yelled a voice in... Italian?

"Who you calling a bitch?" Back in middle school, I made a point to learn every swear word in 45 different languages, so I easily picked up on the first part.

"Oh, Katsumi, you crack me up."

Suddenly, a wild Caroline appeared.

Caroline used bitchy laugh.

Katsumi used a series of curse words

It was not effective.

"Little bitch... who do you think you are? Being Eisuke's daughter. I've kept an eye on you ever since I found out. You're nothing but a skank, probably just like your mother."

"Well I can't argue with that last one..."

"Shut up whore! You don't deserve to be Eisuke's spawn. Especially when you go out on dates with men older than your father!"

"Wait," I spoke, "you thought.... EWWW NO GOD WHY I WAS NOT ON A DATE WITH HIM INCEST IS NOT WINCEST."

"Incest?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah, that guy, he was my, um, uncle," I lied through my teeth. Sorry, Baba, but o gotta keep Eisuke's secret.

"Mother's or father's side? If father's, is he single?"

"I am not answering either one of those questions."

"Ugh, nevermind... wait... something came to me... Why hate and despise you.. when you could be like my own daughter!"

"Psycho bitch say what now?"

She hugged me and smiled, "from now on call me mama! OKAY SWEETIE CALL ME MAMA GOD DAMNIT."

"Bitch you cray cray."

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BABA POV

I've lost my Katsumi.

I want my Katsumi back.

"Have you seen my Katsumi?"

"Dude, who the hell are you?"

"Oh okay..."

"Have you seen my Katsumi?"

"Get away you pervert!"

"Oh... sorry..."

"Have you seen my Katsumi?"

"What does your Katsumi look like?" Someone finally responded without slapping me.

"She has brown hair, light brown eyes, was wearing a pink "ima hoe, yous a hoe" shirt with a black pleated skirt and a cat collar with a bell on it. Also white stockings and pink heels with bows on them."

"Hmm," the lady put her hand to her chin, "Oh! I know! A large foreign girl with an Italian accent was dragging her out a window in the bathroom. She told me she had too much to drink and was taking her home. I just shrugged it off. It didn't dawn on me till now that it was midday and the museum doesn't serve alcohol. Anyways, I hope you find your Katsumi."

"Thank you. I know just who to yell at-i mean talk to."

I exited the museum the back way and let out a yell, "EISUKE YOU SON OF A BITCH!"