Flaming Cats (No Dogs)
An LLS Production
Usually, any of Asami Ryuichi's new squeezes did not last the week. Nor did they usually bring new corpses to give Kirishima a whole new set of headaches.
"Photojournalist, hell-cat, and now corpse magnet," he listed off to his boss. "And he's just a monster cat for now. Are you planning to keep him for the three years needed to turn him into into a nekomata, Asami-sama?"
Smoke drifted from the heart of an ember glowing on the tip of a burning Dunhill cigarette. It seemed, for a moment, that the boss was more a part of that floating world from which Takaba the – and Kirishima Kei meant that word literally – monster had spawned. "So we sink them deeper. What's the problem?"
"Corpses have a bad habit of appearing around Takaba, thankfully none of ours yet," Kirishima replied. "However, you must admit that those same corpses standing up again and fighting to defend Takaba when they were clearly after his life seconds before receiving a bullet through the forehead is... unlikely."
Gold eyes narrowed. That very incident had happened right in Hong Kong.
"Asami-sama. Our jobs are complicated enough without walking corpses."
A touch of ash floated down after a ring-encrusted finger tapped the cigarette. Slowly, Asami reached for his "Kirishima. This is my hell-cat. After none of us picked up on Arbatov's flaming bird, or that Fei Long managed to figure out Akihito's... foibles... before we did, or that we needed to rely on a human-eating fox to get to Akihito. Never. Again."
A book thumped onto the desk, and Asami rolled the drawer shut. "Perhaps you should broaden your world-view. There may be simpler books, but Koizumi Yakumo is probably around the time of Akihito's entry into society. Get to reading."
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