Sometimes Raidou wished Genma would pick one question and stick to it, but that was a little like wishing the sky was neon. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, feeling a good two days' worth of oily build up--not to mention a fair amount of dried sweat--and promised himself a shower or a serious sink-dive as soon as possible. "I think I pissed off the big man himself," he admitted. "Remember that mission with the noble's wife back in December? How your mission partner had a little accident pre-mission?" Genma knew the full story; Raidou didn't bother to rehash the details. "I reckon Arakaki might be paying me back for that. And, ah, for mouthing off when he wanted me to play hoop-toss with Haruichi's head."

No good deed went unpunished. Mother of Genma's Buddha, what a damn mess.

He resisted the urge to put his own head down on the counter and feel properly sorry for himself. Or to stretch out on the bed that was looking increasingly comfortable, and where Genma would no doubt sit down next to him and get too close and look too--whoa fella. Raidou slammed a mental foot down on that train of thought. One slip up had been more than enough. Last time it had only been luck and a barrel's worth of alcohol that'd dragged his stupid bacon from the fire and stopped Genma remembering anything. This time he didn't plan on even tempting fate. There would be no more--anything.

"The seduction thing..." he said, dragging his mind back to Genma's questions. "I'm not even sure. The kid's got some kind of weird half-bloodline going on, like half a genjustu. It kind of plays on emotions. Makes you want to hug him when he's feeling down--or kick him if you're not so warm and fuzzy on the inside. Intel wanted him to use it on the target, but the kid doesn't have the first clue how to make it work." He paused, thinking back to Kaito's brief, recalling how much had been classified. The kid's jounin teacher had known a fair amount, not to mention his teammates. And his clan. Really there wasn't much you could classify; too many people already knew. "Kai shuts it down like a regular genjutsu, but it hurts the poor brat. I mean really hurts him. He looked like I'd kicked him cross-eyed."

He held up his left arm, showing Genma the bandage wrapped almost from wrist to elbow. "But pain breaks it, too. I figure I just need to carry around one of your senbon or something, at least until he gets a handle on it."