Crossed Lines [Makoto, Igen]

Igen strode purposefully toward the offices of the Sixth division. He only wished it could have been with confidence. The only thing that drove him forward at such a pace was his sense of Duty. His heart raced, his thoughts swam in uncertainty, but ultimately: He ignored all of that. Under normal circumstances, he would have simply included the issue in a report. But this was a more ....pressing matter. Due to the individual involved, and the fact that there was a flyer still in Igen's hand. They were still somewhat all over the place.

And so he'd already submitted his initial report as .... best he could. Already he was kicking himself. Writing it had been ....complicated. He hadn't quite known how to put in writing the ....details. Thankfully Ko had been there. She'd been in tiger form ever since they'd left the Dojo, and she remained at Igen's side throughout. If nothing else, he was glad he wasn't alone when it was all said and done.

He informed the Receptionist that he needed to speak with the Lieutenant, it seemed she wasn't in office. But he'd been assured that she was be there to hear him out. No doubt, she'd probably pick up his submitted written report on the way here. Good....right? That was all his bases covered? As he sat in the waiting area, he closed his eeys, and waited patiently. His hand absently resting on Ki's head as he waited. Focusing on the steps infrnt of him. Everything else.... the thoughts, the feelings. That could come after. But first he had a job to do.

Igen gave a quick nod as Lieutenant Arima called him into her office, and he had a brief moment beside himself. How he would have been happy to get in here under other circumstances. But he pushed those thoughts away as they both slipped inside and he took a seat, his attention shifting to the report she had in hand and feeling a slight sting of discomfort. Even expecting that she'd gone through it, for some reason he hadn't thought she'd have it on her when they spoke. And a small part of him wondered what page she was currently looking at. Relax.

He was thaunkful to hear that voice in his head rather than aloud, and he glanced down to the Tiger that had followed him in. And for a brief moment, he counted himself lucky to have the kind fo Zanpaku'to he did. Right. Duty first, anxiety later. He straightened up in his seat and gave a firm nod to the Lieutenant, feeling....weird hearing that Rank attributed to him. It was going to take a lot to get used to.

"Thank you for your time, Lieutenant. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't take up your time. But given the ..... nature of the incident and the individual involved. I felt this incident was deserving of escalated attention. As I put in my ....report. I decided to investigate a Dojo that's been putting out flyers in the area. The Niyagata Dojo in the Rukongai. I'd heard that a couple members of the Gotei had checked it out, and I was extra curious since I know there was once a Captain that retired from that family." He explained, his hand still resting on Ko's head as he did so.

"However, during my stay there, I noticed some ... unusual behavior from the Dojo master. Which, wasn't a concern on it's own. But which ultimately cultivated in .... some unexpected ...contact." He was focused. TRYING to be professional, but somehow it was ....awkward. Struggling to find a way to phrase things professionally. A small part of him didn't WANT to talk about this. He HAD to, it was his job to ensure that squads had information to do their job, and this WAS at the very least a Concern.

She didn't have to ask him to elaborate. And there was no question as to her attention to the matter at hand. HE had .....admired Makoto for some time. He was aware that her duty was nothing short of one of her highest priorities. If he did not have her attention, he wouldn't be here in her office. Seeing her focused on the report only assured him that this was a matter she was taking seriously. A comfort, he supposed. But it didn't make things much easier as his head spun. Going in circles. Divided. It had only been a brief moment after all. HAd it really held so much weight? Part of him wondered if he had simply been misunderstood. No, a part of him WANTED to think that was what had happened. How much easier this all would be if he'd just been ...mistaken. But easy wasn't how things were done.

"Yes. IN the midst of the fight, we were in close combat, we had a bit of .... banter. We were hardly fighting to the death... There was a pause in the fight. He was doing something with his Zanpaku'to, it ...seemed like he was in his shikai, but I don't think he ever released it's name. ..A-anyway. I thought he was going for a punch. But instead he .....grasped my face. And .... touched my ... mouth." He looked down to the desk as he reached the hard part of the story.

"I expressed that I wasn't interested in continuing the fight, and he apologized. That was the end of it." He explained. "According to himself, he doesn't have many other students. But he has been looking for more. And though I know he was a former Captain, I ...don't really know much else about him. But .... after ... I said that I wanted to leave. He didn't seem upset. He.....spoke like he was giving me some advice. Like ...it had been part of a lesson he was trying to teach. He said that he felt he may have ...uh..en..croached on something hidden? I don't really know what he meant. But given that and ....the incident itself I felt that this warranted looking into." He explained.

Ah. The assertion from the woman made him... pause for a moment at that and look suddenly a bit bashful as he .....thought about his words. "Ah I guess..... yea. I'm sorry I'm ... just trying to stay ... objective. I'm so used to giving reports about incidents and mission statements. It's usually just more efficient to just give the straight facts more than impressions or anything like that. I guess it just became a habit..." He noted quietly, maybe that was it. Or maybe he just didn't WANT to ....think or speak about it on a personal level. And some small part of him wondered if that was weakness, another small pang of guilt as he ... then reminded himself of where he was. This was no place to be lost in his thoughts.

HE took a slow, steady breath and attempted to ...push all of that shit out of his head. A small cringe tremor of pain running through his brain. Not actual physical pain, but the psychological backlash of feeling as if he were making a fool of himself in front of the Lieutenant. He needed to get to the heart of the problem. "I was not trying to make excuses. But rather, it simply felt relevent. His ...framing of the situation as if it were part of the lesson makes it a much more immediate concern in regards to his other students." He clarified, hoping he was making sense.