I'm Kishi's sister (Kissed by the baddest bidder fanfic)

Chapter 5

"I'm sorry. I think I misheard you. Could you please repeat? It sounded like you ask me to be your girlfriend."
"I did ask." He replies
"Hah! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" I burst out laughing. "Good one Eisuke! You should be a comedian!"
"I'm being serious. I need you to PRETEND to be my girlfriend. Okay? I don't find that funny."
0_0 '' what? Okay! A pretend girlfriend is different from a REAL girlfriend!" I yell at him.
"I was in the middle of a battle with Mina-chan, Soryu-san, Mitsunari-san, and Ota-chan! Was that really important?" I ask.
"Yes. Now come on! We're going shopping!" He grabs my hand and drags me into the elevator.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Then I'm consumed by the elevator.

"Jumalauta Eisuke! Mitä helvettiä?!No voi vittu!Paskaa syövä koiranraiskaaja!vitun kusipää! Äpärä!" I start swearing in my native language, Finnish. "Are you yelling at me in... Finnish?" He asks. "Kyllä!" I yell. "Why are you shouting at me in Finnish?" I take deep breaths. "When I get pissed I start speaking in my native tongue." I tell him. "Aren't you Japanese?" He asked. "Half." "So does that mean Mamoru is Finnish?" He asked. "No. He is actually my half brother. My mother was Finnish. For some reason I feel like telling you my life story, so here we go. "

"Once upon a time, there was a Japanese man traveling in Finland for some reason. There at a pub, he met a beautiful woman named Ievän, which translates to Eva. The Japanese guy got super drunk and slept with Eva. One one night stand later, in the morning he realized that he made a mistake because he was married and had a four year old son. So he left. 9 months later, I come along. My birth name is Noriko Eerikka Emiliana Pentikäinen. But Pentikäinen was later changed to Kishi. Anyway, I lived with my mother and grandparents till I was about 5 or 6. Then mom died. But before she did, she told me that I was going to live with my father, and very soon he would come. That was the last thing she told me before she passed away. One week later my father ,whom I've never met before in my life, takes me to Japan. And the rest is history." I tell Eisuke.

"Wow."
That was the only thing he said.
"Anyway, weren't you in the middle of forcing me to shop against my will?" I ask.
"Oh right. Yes. Why don't you like shopping? Don't most girls love shopping more than life?"
"Ha! And I really hate shopping. Narttu, I can make my own clothes!' In fact I used to make a lot of my clothes. My mother was designer, not professional, but she'd make most of the towns clothes." I chuckle as I look back at childhood memories.
"Anyway, I want to get this done and over with, so hurry up and bring on the torture." I say to Eisuke.
"I yes. Miss!" He calls over the ladies that work at the boutique. I don't know how, but somewhere along the way, we ended up at the store.
"Eisuke! Why couldn't we go to the thrift shop? The have freaking awesome clothes for only ¢99!" I say to him.
"Are you trying to quote Macklemore?" He asks me in a WTF tone.
"If you're trying get girls from a brand then you hella won't!"
"Oh dear god." He mumbles as I start sing Thrift Shop.

Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?

What, what, what, what... [many times]

Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9]

[Hook:]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome

[Verse 1:]
Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!"
I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piiisssssss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man
I am stuntin' and flossin' and
Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style,
No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)[Verse 2:]

I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the (Uptons)
I'm not, I'm not stuck, I'm searchin' in that section (Uptons)
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight."
I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit)
I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit)
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dough
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won't
Man you hella won't

I wear your granddad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I wear your granddad's clothes (damn right)
I look incredible (now come on man)
I'm in this big ass coat (big ass coat)
From that thrift shop down the road (let's go)

Is that your grandma's coat?

I finish singing.
"You know, if you weren't singing about going to a thrift shop, than your voice would sound so much better. You're good now, but think about song choice." He says to me as he picks out dresses for me to try on.
"So can you go?" I ask.
"No." He says plainly.
"Sait minut itkemään narttu!" I stay fake crying.
"Please speak Japanese."
"Oh my gosh! You said please! Yay! You do have manners! You Äpärälapsi you know manners!" I cheer.
"Ugh. Just try these on." He hands me several dresses.
"Can I pick?" I ask.
"No."
"Haista vittu!" I flip him off.
"If anyone should learn manners it's you." He says to me.
"Ugh fiiiiinnnnnneeeee! I'll get changed. Kusipää." I mumble the last part.

I walk out in a long, champagne colored dress.
"Not sexy. Next!"
Then in a scarlet mini-dress.
"Trashy. Next!"
I try on the next dress.
"Makes you look fat. Next!"
Then, I try on a black bustier top dress.
"Perfect." He says.
"But I don't like it." I say to Eisuke.
"Why not?" he asks me.
"This is why." I hold out my arms and show clearly visible cut marks.
"Oh crap. I almost forgot about those."
"Can I wear this one?" I pull him the dark green dress that covers my arm and stops wear my knees are.
"I suppose. Try it on." He commands.
I put it on, then walk out.

"Wow. Okay. You can wear it. Also I got you this for your outfit." He shows me an big emerald ring.
"Did you buy it yet?" I ask.
"No."
"Good. It's too big, flashy, and expensive. What about this?" I show him a silver ring with small emeralds around it and pretty designs.
"Nice. How much is it?" He asked me.
"Silly, it was my mother's ring. It's been past down in my family for hundreds of years. It's like a family heirloom. It's very precious to me. So may I please wear it?" I ask.
"I suppose." My face brightens at Eisuke's words.
"Thank you! Thank you!" I hug him.
"Ahh!" He freaks out at my gesture.
"Don't thank me. You're very easy to shop for. Tell me, why didn't you go for the nice expensive things I offered?"
"Money doesn't make me happy. I've been tought to appreciate what I already have, and money that doesn't make a person. It doesn't make them better than everyone else. Money doesn't measure your worth, it measures your wealth. I've never judged someone for how much they make, I judge them by how they treat others, and their character." I tell him the same things my mother tought me.
He looks stunned at my wise words. Then he smirks.
"Yeah sure. That kinda thinking is why you're poor, and I'm loaded."
I smirk back.
"Yeah. Sure. Clearly you've never seen my house. How do you think I'm able to live with 6 roommates?" I show him a picture of my house.
He's eyes widen.
"You're..." he trails off.
"Like a baked potato at a Golden Corral." I say to him, then giggle.
"Oh dear god what have I done." I hear him mutter.
"Come on. Let's go back to the penthouse." I suggest.
"Yeah. I'm going to go pay." He heads over to the cashier and pays.
Then we head towards the elevator.