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

Baba: Seventeen

KATSUMI POV

THREE WEEKS LATER

All I saw was red that day.

I can't tell you what happened after I saw my mother's corpse lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood, her neck twisted from the fall.

I can't tell you what I did after I saw the bullet hole that had pushed so deep into her forehead that it nearly went through.

But the people that were there- Dad, Eisuke, Soryu, Ota, and Mamoru- Will all tell you one thing;

I had run over to her, ripped the gun out of her hand, punched her so hard that it knocked he to the ground, kept punching, and shot her with every bullet left in the gun. All in her head.

And although I don't remember, I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Because she deserved it.

She deserved it and so much more.

I never realized how much I loved my mother, that is, till I lost her.

I've always been so hateful to her, even when I missed her I really did resent her.

Now I wish I'd spent more time with her.

Eisuke blames himself.

Baba does the same.

And so did I.

In a way, each one of us blame ourselves for my mother's death.

But I've learnt to blame one person, the person with the gun.

Caroline Bucci.

I'm not the same person I was three weeks ago. I've lost a lot of my humour. My ability to smile. My happiness in general.

Hell, I feel like I've lost part of my soul.

Dad and I have been the only ones we could go to. Not any of the guys, not any of my friends, not anyone. We've only been able to make each other feel better.

Oh, I actually call him dad now. Instead of his last name.

We're closer than i ever thought possible.

"Hey, dad?" I say as I'm cuddled up against him on the sofa.

"yes, my little lady?"

"Tell me the story of you and my mom."

He sighed, "are you sure?"

I nodded against his chest.

" It all started with a glove. Eisuke's glove to be specific..."

THE END