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

Eisuke: One

March 31

Entry #3

Dear Diary,

In the fourteen years that I've been alive, there were only been about three things I was absolutely positive of.

Number one: All men are scum. 

I can tell you that much considering I'm a hostess at a sleazy establishment in Kabukicho- a shitty job that requires me to spend thirty minutes on a train each day only to be grouped by disgusting old men cheating on their wives. Of course, there is the occasional lonely single man that comes in, but even they can be some of the foulest people on this forsaken planet. And I've only been working there a month.

Oh, and my dad abandoned my mother, so there's that.

Number two: The only guy who isn't scum is my twin brother.

Though I'm fairly certain Eito is a fucking anarchist sociopath only about three more interactions with an idiot away from spitting on The Imperial Palace, he knows how to treat women. 

Which is super fucking rare these days, I shit you not.

And finally, Number three: My mother is a female Jesus.

Now, Japan isn't too big on the whole Christianity thing so I honestly can't tell you much about the religion, but from what I've gathered Jesus Christ was a super chill dude who died for our sins and did a bunch of other righteous shit like feed the poor and hang out with big spotted cats.

My mom hasn't been crucified by Romans nor did can she turn water to wine, but she's dying of cancer in the hospital and has sacrificed almost everything to keep Eito and me safe, alive, and well.

You may be thinking, "Um, Kurumi, you're a borderline prostitute and your brother's probably a terrorist." 

Well, in that case, fuck you Diary, Mama doesn't need to know everything.

Especially not that shit.

xoxo

- Kurumi Ichinoba

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PRESENT DAY - KURUMI POV

I never really thought my life would turn out like this.

Then again, I don't really think about my life in general.

More or less, my thoughts are occupied with making enough money to keep my mother alive and making sure my brother doesn't start a terrorist organization and blow up the parliament building. He seemed to be getting angrier and more troubled as the days went by and the medical bills flew higher and more demanding.

"Hey, Kandie. You're being requested."

I gulped and nodded at my co-worker, Sugako, more commonly known as Ume, "I'll be out in three."

My eyes darted back to the mirror in desperate need of a good cleaning.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

I repeated the breathing exercise. I had been doing this job for almost two years now. There was really no reason to be this nervous.

I reapplied my mango-flavored lip gloss and let out one more shaky breath.

French manicured fingertips traced the family photo of my mom and twin reminding myself exactly why I was about to go and feel up a man old enough to possibly be my father while feigning naive stupidity and whispering sweet lies for the chances of high tips. It was amazing how they still believed me after all this time