#kisumi

🩷Kisumi

Romantic: Naskta 💍,Yohan, Caio, Aoki, Ambroise, Angelo, Seikin, Atlas, Loux, Sora, Shingo, Koji, Ollie, Kai, Ammon, Kalego, Duncan, Marlowe, Nezumi, Sasha, Grave, Lu Guang, Mirage, Kaito, Cedric, Nnoitra, Seon, Takeo, Lior, Yasushi, Akio, Kento, Hitoshi, Mateo

BFF: Manny, Maddie, Aito, Carmichael

Frienemy: Leah

Ex: Sachiko, Keres, Kurama

💚 Hayato

kihoon, Jae, Kogane, Leah

🧡 Nobu

Nunnally, Camilla, Faith, Lu Guang, sachiko, Ophelia

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Standard: Interest

Bolded: Emotional Relationship

italics: physical relationship

“Obsessed? That’s a rather strong word.” Kisumi stated as he lifted his chin as if he was considering what Atlas was saying as if he didn’t already have his mind made up. “I merely find you interesting. Like a little loose bolt that needs tightening. For someone to claims you’re so very uninterested in people and talking you always seem you have delightful little chats with me. Maybe you don’t consider me “people”. Or maybe I simply am over-valuing our time together. It wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened.” And probably wouldn’t be the last.

He was probably spinning his wheels here with Atlas but he was right, he was drawn in towards him every time. Whenever atlas entered a room his eyes drew to him like a magnet. What annoyed him even more was he found himself wishing to be more like him at times. Wanting to not care, to show far less emotion. By comparison Kisumi was a walking billboard announcing every feeling, thought, and idea. Nothing to hide and that vulnerability left him raw and gutted (especially around atlas).

“Hmm, so you took those classes… I don’t know how you passed. I don’t peg you for giving a very rousing speech.” He added, “and just because you take an acting class doesn’t mean you actually act. You can appreciate the arts. What a sad little outlook you have.” Kisumi scrunched his nose knowing that anything he found fun atlas would probably spit on. He found reading the newspaper entertaining after all…

Even with his eyes closed he could sense someone growing closer to the shrine. The hairs at the back of his neck stood on end feeling the disturbance. What fool had wandered into his path this time?

The kitsune already began to grow in size, puffing up to be on the defense. Hopefully the intruder would sense something was off and leave before he needed to even intervene. Violet eyes locked in the direction they were moving, unfortunately for the yokai, straight towards his domain.

The flicker of his fox fire already began sparking sensing the trespasser wasn’t catching on to the gloomy unwavering aura that hung stagnant in the woods.

What he hadn't expected was Kisumi. The conference room suddenly felt much smaller. For a split second, Kurama simply looked at him. It had been many months since they'd last seen each other, and yet recognition came as effortlessly as breathing. Tokyo really did have an awful sense of humor.

Kurama quietly shut the door behind him before setting his briefcase on the polished table. Whatever surprise had crossed his face disappeared beneath the same composed professionalism he'd built a career on. Work always came first. 

❝...I wasn't told you'd be handling this personally.❞ Whether that statement was meant for Kisumi or himself was difficult to tell. 

He opened the file and spread several photographs across the table. Each depicted the same abandoned basement from different angles: overturned shelves, decades of dust, and a trail of fresh footprints leading toward the center of the room before abruptly stopping. ❝Your uncle believes someone's searching for something hidden beneath the building before renovations begin. Personally, I think he's right.❞

Another photograph slid across the table—a faded blueprint recovered from city archives. ❝The original plans don't match the current structure. According to these records, there should be another chamber beneath the foundation. Every survey conducted over the last thirty years insists it doesn't exist because someone has gone to considerable lengths to erase it. That alone makes it worth finding.❞

@caseloaded ——🩷🩷🩷

When his Uncle had asked him to take the briefing on the issue with one of the waterfront properties he didn’t think much on it. It was placed on his schedule to go over with the information and hopefully they would have figured things out and stop the break-ins. Not only would it be bringing the property value down if they didn’t stop it, it was a mystery on why it was even occurring in the first place.

Then a bit of blonde caught his eye as the man strolled in. Dressed well, looking rather professional, but who could forget a trench coat. Kisumi’s breath held as he bit the inside of his mouth wanting to kick himself for not looking further into the meeting. Of all PI’s. Time had a funny way of working things out more than once, clearly their business was unfinished. Well, things always went over better with flattery.

“I wasn’t expecting to be taking the meeting. My Uncle offers you his sincere apologies for not being able to attend himself. He’s under the weather.” Kisumi voice came out untroubled, a meeting with Kurama was the least of his worries at the moment. His eyes scanned the briefcase finding it endearing that he really stuck to his aesthetic. Looking at the wide array of photographs spread across the table, it wasn’t much that he hadn’t seen before. Of course that was before Kurama took out the old schematics. His back went straight as he leaned forward, “I hate when he’s right..”

It sounded like the ravings of an old loon, people searching for something hidden beneath an abandoned building. They probably came and went before their purchase, it was hard to find someone to front such a large sum for the place since construction costs were high. They were going to be doing the entire block and it just happened to be part of the area.. what was worse seeing Kurama again or having to admit to the old man he was right all along?