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

Eisuke: Thirteen

EITO POV

I shot up from my futon in a cold sweat.

"Isao!" I stage whispered to the sleeping boy in the futon next to mine. (As it was fairly late when I arrived, Isao insisted I stay in his room with him until they could get one specifically for me to live in indefinitely.)

He grumbled, "Sweetie, I don't wanna watch Jeopardy with you, go to bed... You don't even know what they're saying half the time... I love you, but your English skills are shit..."

I nudged him, "Dipshit, it's me."

He groaned and began to rub his eyes, "Eito? What's wrong? Are we under attack? There's a gun in my boxers, hold on—"

"No, the only thing under attack is my mind. Bro, I just had the worst fucking dream ever."

He sat up and put his glasses on, "What happened?"

"My mom wanted to bang Baba and my dad was there, well Baba himself wasn't there, but then my dad was a dick to my mom, and then just as they were about to bang I woke up."

Isao looked at me with an expression saying "you woke me up for that?" but then began to sigh, "You know what, that's fair. If I had a dream where my mom wanted to bang Baba and then went at it with Uncle Eisuke. That's pretty fucked."

I laid my head on Isao's lap and closed my eyes to help soothe my incoming migraine, "Bro, it seemed so real. I hope I'm not suddenly clairvoyant. I would have to C4 the Tres Spades sooner than planned."

He shook his head and pulled his phone out from the waistband of his boxers and started a call. Seriously, did he keep everything in his underwear?

"Yeah, hey Nana? I didn't wake you, sweetie, did I?"

He chuckled at whatever her response was, "Yeah, I thought not. Anyway, do you know if Uncle Eisuke has left the Tres Spades?"

He paused, waiting for her response, "He's been watching movies all night with Kurumi and she's passed out on the couch?"

Another pause followed by another laugh, "I'm repeating everything you say because Eito just had a nightmare about his mom not being celibate and is having an aneurysm on my lap."

He tugged on my short brunet locks, "Nana says she's not gonna share me."

I opened my eyes and smirked and gestured for him to put me on speaker, "Never said I'd share. You cannot stop the tide of true love, Nana."

"Stop trying to seduce my fiancé!"

"What do you mean "trying"? I've already got him. Isn't that right, baby?"

Isao laughed and made kissy noises at me, "Oh yeah, definitely, sweetheart. Sorry, Nana. I'm leaving you to go elope with Eito in America. I can't deny my heart any longer!"

The two of us were struggling to hold our laughter in as Nana sighed, "Boys..."

The mental image of her shaking her head was enough to cause me and Isao to lose composure. Our outburst of laughter sent Nana into a fit of chuckles, "Well I can tell you ladies are having the full sleepover experience. Prank calls and everything.  Alright, goodnight, honey. Goodnight, Homewrecker."

"Night, Nana."

"Goodnight, sweetie."

I took Isao's glasses from him to wear as soon as he put his phone back in his garments.

"Do you seriously need these things? I can see just fine."

"I'm nearsighted and you are literally on my lap, so..."

"I'm not getting off," I declared stubbornly.

 Truth be told I have difficulty sleeping by myself. I can count the number of days on one hand where I've had to sleep alone. I've always had Kurumi with me. (I was trying very, very hard not to think of my twin.) As much I hated people in general, I need human contact to relax.

I had a feeling he understood this as he patted the spot in his futon next to him, "If things go well tomorrow we'll be brothers. No homo, bro."

I lied down next to him and stared up at the ceiling, "Any advice for tomorrow?"

He paused thoughtfully, "Most likely, we'll start tomorrow with family breakfast. Just be yourself. Mom already speaks fondly of you, so you don't need to go out of your way to impress her; besides, my father can smell bullshit from countries away. Seriously. Just be yourself. For the love of God--"

"I get it. Honesty would be my best bet. Anything else?"

"For God's sake, again be yourself, but rein in your hatred for Eisuke--"

"You are contradicting yourself massively."

"Well it's pretty fucking known you'd rather die than acknowledge Eisuke, but I'm telling you this as not only your friend but your mafia mentor: fucking control yourself. Shit like the chair incident? Can't happen again. I know, I know, I would have a hard time with that in your situation, truth be told. But that doesn't matter. You need to be cool and collected at all times. As a mobster-- especially a boss-- you can't let your emotions rule you. You will have enemies-- sometimes more powerful than you. You mustn't show any sign of weakness. My father will take your actions at the hotel into account, but hope is not lost. If he sees half the potential I see in you, I know he'll consider it. But..."

"...But?" I was growing more concerned the more he spoke. 

"You do realize he would have to adopt you? That would royally piss of Eisuke. Decades of friendship, an alliance crucial to the Ice Dragon's Japan branch-- all of it will be tested. If he is not one-hundred percent certain that you are the right man for taking my place as his heir... I don't have doubts my father will let you into the family. It's not as if he'd be asking you to do anything you haven't done before..." He trailed off.

My eyes narrowed, "And what does that mean?"

He plucked his glasses off my face and set them aside, "Eito, don't play dumb. I've looked into your eyes. You've taken a life before, more than once. In that aspect, you're more experienced. Especially since you haven't been caught nor under any suspicion. My parents have done their best to shield me from ever killing anyone. They know this isn't the life I want."

I scooted closer to him, "Do you only see potential in me because I've already committed an act you so thoroughly wish to avoid and you're desperate to be with the girl you love, or do you believe it to be truly there?"

Isao sighed, "...Perhaps a bit of both. Eito, I don't want this. My parents don't want this for me either. But you do. And you're willing to work for it. Something tells me that you're willing to work to you bleed. Eito... I know it's only been a few days, but I feel this connection with you. I feel like I've known you my whole life. I feel... like I can trust you. I'm sorry I can't offer you anything more than the opportunity at an opportunity."

I shook my head, "You're right, our time together has been extremely short. But I feel it too. You're like the brother that's been missing my whole life. I would do anything for you, just as I would my twin. I will do whatever I must for us both to be happy. Me, living my dream of running a respected organized crime syndicate. You, happy and starting a life away from all the crime and debauchery that comes with being here with Nana."

"You know, if things go our way, we'll be family. Brother and cousin. Thankfully not by blood, though," he chuckled.

I leaned over and gave him a sympathetic pat, "We'll figure this out. I'll get you your nice house in the country with her. Even if I don't become your father's heir."

He grabbed the arm on him and squeezed, "Thank you. Goodnight... cousin."

"Goodnight... brother."