Post by Itsuki Minamoto on Jan 25, 2015 19:47:13 GMT -5
To say that life had recently been exciting was something of an understatement.
Another man might have fallen back on the idea that someone had cursed him to have an interesting life. But Itsuki quite enjoyed the swift pickup in pace in his life. There was simply something appealing about the acceleration and feeling of turmoil. Not that all of it was good of course...his Uncle's going rogue had sent tremors throughout the whole family and made Itsuki wonder if there was any chance he could find the wayward Shinigami and drag him back to where he belonged. But that was a single blemish on what had otherwise been several good months.
Not that it had looked like that on the outside, and indeed he could admit that by most indications he'd been stagnating again. But his new duties as a recruit in the Second were a fresh challenge that he had tackled with what he thought was efficiency. There'd been a few rough patches here and there, not surprising given he'd transferred from a largely transparent organization that was the face of Seireitei law to its exact opposite, but none more than that. He'd even begun to pick up on Shunko, that art of Kiriko's that had done a fair amount to improve his control over Kido. Not that he'd taken it too far so far, some of the finer points continued to elude him (much to his frustration). But it was progress he hadn't seen in too many decades, he couldn't help but feel just a touch excited about it.
There were, of course, other things. Hisui's 'bet' (which his father had still won, thank you very much) had paid off, even if it had been more than a little hair raising...he knew that if he was caught releasing information outside of the Nibantai without orders the punishment would be nothing to laugh about. Nor was he particularly delusional about the chances he'd been subtle enough to avoid detection. Obtaining Hisui's file had been easy- she wasn't even ranked enough that there was a point in warding that heavily. Captain Fujikagi and Umi, on the other hand, were heavily classified, and his current rank only sufficed to gain him little more information than was available publicly. Which hadn't really bothered him all too much. Hisui might have wanted the complete files, but there was no way that he could pull that off.
Which he'd found out after catching a glimpse of where a few of the more complete records were hidden away. Behind Bakudo spells he had no business dealing with, and even less of a chance of dispelling without being caught in their trap. He still wasn't sure if he'd avoided being detected either, but at the very least he hadn't triggered the binding that would have kept him alive for the interrogation team's tender mercies. He was giving it a 50-50 chance he'd gotten away without being noticed, but each passing day heightened his anxiety instead of reducing it. Kiriko was the kind to let the target stew in their own juices until they were well done all on their own accord though, and that thought was enough to keep him from thinking too heavily about what would happen if that confrontation ever happened.
Instead, he'd concentrated on why he'd even gone through with it at all, investigating why Hisui had wanted the files.
A saying he'd picked up from some of the older members of the second seemed to fit well there, especially with the not so gentle nettling from Tenshou-ki. “In questioning someone else one's own motives can become apparent,” was how the Zanpakuto Spirit had put it. “First hand shown gets a knife in the back,” was the more direct version he'd heard spoken a few times.
So Hisui had gotten copies of Tokiyo and Umi's somewhat more than public record (copied while doing work for another member of the Nibantai, while the other man had left the room), and the full record of Hisui. All in all, it was the last one that had proven most interesting. The first two, after all, were somewhat understandable given the prominence to which they'd been raised to over the past year. Umi had been an Espada before he'd become a Shinigami, while Tokiyo had the immense Captain's Challenge for the Third...there were plenty of easy reasons for her interest there.
Which was why he had read the other file in its entirety.
Thankfully it wasn't warded nearly to the degree the others were, and he'd been able to disarm the relatively simple wards that had guarded it. Relative to those that protected a Captain's file, of course. He was glad he'd gotten better at Bakudo recently, and that he'd always been fast. But after reading through her file, he'd questioned a few members from other Divisions. She'd served in every single one of the Divisions through her life, always leaving around fifty years on, and the statements from those who remembered her were almost disturbingly in unison.
He didn't like it. Especially when her reiatsu level had reportedly spiked higher very, very recently.
What will you do?
All of which led up to this moment, as a courier had delivered a message that Chinda-Taichou wanted to speak with him.
Tell the truth.
There were other reasons, of course, why she might have called him. But even if there wasn't, this was interesting enough for him to bring this to his Captain's attention. Grabbing two different folders and placing them inside the folds of his Hakama, the youngest son of the Minamoto walked swiftly to the Command Annex. He made it a point to arrive neither too early, showing his anxiety and broadcasting his guilt as easily as a red flag, nor too late, which would only give him too much time to stew.
You will be read like a book. A poor book, at that.
Probably, but that's why I'm bringing the files. She can hang me for an unauthorized release, but I'll give her something interesting in return.
An intelligent thought at last. And here I was beginning to despair I would ever see the day.
Ha ha, very funny.
He rapped on the shoji door, the crisp and clear sound ringing out in the clarity of the bright morning sun, “Minamoto Itsuki reporting, Chinda-Taichou. You wanted to see me?”
WC: 1061 | GP: 21 | Total: 21