Mamoru and Soryu: One

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Note: the prologue is irrelevant for all other storylines.

NANAKO POV

"You just said my dream is stupid."

"I did NOT, all I'm saying is... your dream is stupid."

I threw my hands up and accidentally hit the plane ceiling thing, "being a professional sleeper is not stupid!"

"Nana... It kinda is."

"Shut up,  Issy."

"It's ISAO. And besides, I have a legit goal for my life, unlike you, I'm not a total slacker."

"Being the head honcho of your own Metro PD Detective team is unrealistic."

"Its better than staying in Kagoshima the rest of my sleeping on my mother's couch occasionally getting paid to do the dishes when I feel like getting off the said couch."

I sighed, "Issy, you've got the brains, the brawn, the everything. I'm lazy and a slacker, and I'm not going to change. And besides, I won't be sleeping on my mom's couch the rest of my life. I'll be with you and your future family living in YOUR living room. Every morning your wife will make us breakfast and your kids will ask for life advice from their Auntie Nana who's never done a damn thing but run through the town half-naked yelling in protest of animal cruelty and or the change of what grains they used in my favorite cereal when I was in middle school and winding up arrested for the thousandth time."

"...well, at least you're being realistic."

I shoved him then leaned my head on his shoulder, "this your last year. MY last year. We're only sixteen and this is the year we're going to graduate. This is our last trip. The flights only an hour and we have a half hour left. Then our senior trip has begun and we'll be on with our lives. You'll probably forget about me and I'll be dead in a ditch in five years."

He rolled his eyes then pushed up his rectangular wire glasses, "we've been friends since we were literal babies. I could never forget you," he runs his fingers through my greyish black hair, " you may be a slacker idiot, but you'll always be MY slacker idiot."

I nuzzle into his neck, about to fall asleep, "shhh, your future wife will hear and get jealous. Plus this is a lot of character depth for our first chapter. Katsumi didn't get this  deep till later."

"Who?"

"No one relevant..."

...

"Holy McShizzle my fizzle, it's da mother-lovin' Tres Spades Hotel and Casino. You know, my parents met here."

Issy rolled his eyes (I swear, he could become a professional eye roller), "we've been through this, so did mine."

I kicked him in the shin,  "shut up I'm gonna go hit on police officers or something  and see at what point I get arrested for sexually harassing someone."

...

The answer was fifteen minutes.

...

ISAO POV

I flop down onto my bed and do my best to ignore my two roommates bicker back and forth over who's the hottest girl in our class.

"What about Nanako Kobayashi?" I hear one of the boys ask.

"She's a little crazy, but she is hot. I give her an 8.9/10. I wish she'd attend gym class, I'd kill to see her in one of those uniforms. Hell, she's probably a 9.7 in disguise."

"Hey, we probably shouldn't talk about Oh's girl in front of him. Or at all."

"They are NOT dating. Kobayashi said so. I'd totally do her, though. Couldn't do a relationship. She's so lazy, I don't think I've ever seen her awake for most of the class. But something tells me she's a real freak in the sheets."

At this point I was so pissed off I growled at boy disrespecting my best friend and wrapped my hand around his neck as I threw him against the wall.

I gave him my deadliest glare (which was even scarier since my glasses were off and my hair was partly slicked back, "if you ever and I mean EVER talk about Nanako like that again, I will pull out your intestines from your throat. Never speak to her again. Don't even glance at her
Do I make myself clear?"

He started crying and begging for me not to kill him after he agreed.

I let him drop to the ground and looked over at the other guy, "make sure he keeps his word or you're dead meat."

He nods frantically and runs over to the other guy who is currently on the floor sobbing and coughing.

You know how most schools have a nerd and a so-called "bad boy"?

Well, they met in the middle somewhere and created me.

I'm the cause of everyone's worse nightmares at school  (well except for Nana) and I'm also the one who they ask for homework or studying help.

I love it because people feel they can come to me without walking all over me like I'm some sort of welcome mat.

I don't have any friends, again, except for Nana.

Nana and I have been friends since... well, we were babies. I might have only been a month old, but I was still there for her birth goddamnit.

We've literally been together since the start of her life.

Our moms were best friends for years, and when my father dumped my mother, Nana's mother dumped her fiance and followed her to Kagoshima (she hasn't said exactly why because that would reveal why my dad left my mom and she refuses to tell both me and or Nana)

I didn't realize I had left my room till I noticed I was in some sort of basement.

I heard some foreign language, Chinese, I think, and I followed it for some reason.

I entered a dark room and accidentally broke what I'm pretty sure was a vase.

I heard yelling that I couldn't understand and was knocked out by a blunt force to the back of my head.

...

I awoke to the sound of yelling.

"And the next item on our list, a young, healthy teenaged boy! Use him for labor, the bedroom, organs, whatever you please! 5 Million and he's yours!"

My eyes widened in shock as my mouth hung agape.

No, no, no, no, no this could not be happening.

No, I'm actually in Nana's bedroom. She's curled up next to me with my arm around her curvy waist watching American game shows on her phone. Yeah, I just fell asleep with her.

I totally got to confess how I feel about her after I pinned her down and explained I was a man and she shouldn't feel comfortable stripping or showering with me still.

And we're happily dating.

Yeah, that all happened. I just gotta wake up and I'll see a head full of curly grayish hair and her bright grey-brown eyes.

Then I hear the winning bid and realize this is actually happening.

"SOLD TO BIDDER 100 FOR 20 MILLION!"

I lose consciousness at the shock that somebody would pay that much for me and the person that did is probably a creepy molester.

Fuck my life.

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