12-11-2022, 12:19 AM
The Edenokōji would be aware of Kiyohito’s arrival. Their families would have communicated through their own channels. It implied that Kiyo’s purpose here was on business, but personal matters were off-limits to discuss. Unless he suspected that Haruto was being sheltered by the rival family, he would go no where near their affairs.
“You may know what I am, but you do not know who I am,” he replied softly. He immediately regretted the rebuke, but he disliked being known as anything more than his family. They were one in the same to most, but Kiyo feared he would never be more than a soldier of the Oyabun. He owed everything to his adopted father, but he desired more. It was an old wound. One that he toiled with constantly. Her statement was likely one of respect, but she had no business speaking of affairs that she knew nothing about.
A brother bode well. He may be less observant than her sister, but he was likely to be more worldly in comparison. He followed the girl to her abode, taking note that nobody seemed to notice Kiyo’s intrusion. He wondered who owned the bar and what they might obfuscate to find such behavior unworthy of remark.
“Eido, I am in your debt now,” he bowed his head outside her door. In that moment, he offered his card to her. It was a traditional token of respect as well as one of practicality. It gave her the means to contact him anytime as much as shared his identity with her. Including his affiliation with the Korii-Kai family.
Likewise, he removed off his shoes in exchange for the single pair of guest slippers. The room was poor but for the expensive creature occupying a noble cage. The conflict was not unnoticed. He did not remark upon what he noticed and instead waited patiently near a window, hands behind his back, while she sent her messages.
He declined any additional offerings other than the tea.
“You may know what I am, but you do not know who I am,” he replied softly. He immediately regretted the rebuke, but he disliked being known as anything more than his family. They were one in the same to most, but Kiyo feared he would never be more than a soldier of the Oyabun. He owed everything to his adopted father, but he desired more. It was an old wound. One that he toiled with constantly. Her statement was likely one of respect, but she had no business speaking of affairs that she knew nothing about.
A brother bode well. He may be less observant than her sister, but he was likely to be more worldly in comparison. He followed the girl to her abode, taking note that nobody seemed to notice Kiyo’s intrusion. He wondered who owned the bar and what they might obfuscate to find such behavior unworthy of remark.
“Eido, I am in your debt now,” he bowed his head outside her door. In that moment, he offered his card to her. It was a traditional token of respect as well as one of practicality. It gave her the means to contact him anytime as much as shared his identity with her. Including his affiliation with the Korii-Kai family.
Likewise, he removed off his shoes in exchange for the single pair of guest slippers. The room was poor but for the expensive creature occupying a noble cage. The conflict was not unnoticed. He did not remark upon what he noticed and instead waited patiently near a window, hands behind his back, while she sent her messages.
He declined any additional offerings other than the tea.