Haruichi consided passing sarcastic comment in order to deflect that nice little moment of cammaraderie, but before he could find it in himself the world decided to take punitive measures against the pair of them instead. At the sight of Arakaki Hisoka standing in the door, he had only a moment to curse the fact that it was Raidou carrying the human shield right now before the Director walked into the Infirmary. After that, the only thing worth cursing was his luck - because there wasn't even a snowball's chance in hell that this would end well.

Arakaki stepped in, which necessitated Raidou stepping back, and Haruichi watched the older man glance from Minamoto, to Raidou, to Raidou's bruised knuckles, to Minamoto's drooling and broken jaw.

"Morning Namiashi," he acknowledged somewhat darkly, tone promising that there would be more to say on the subject of him carting around a pummelled fellow agent. Much more. And with that the Director's dark eyes slid to Haruichi's white ones. "Hyuuga, you've got your first physical trial in ten minutes in the training rooms. Conventional hand to hand combat."

Arakaki turned to leave, his eyes flitting to Raidou and Minamoto once more before settling on Raidou's carefully schooled expression. "You did this?"

Raidou had to nod. On his shoulder, Minamoto burbled unconsciously through a resoundingly crushed face.

Arakaki smiled, a thin sliver of terrifying amusement, and didn't look back to Haruichi behind him. "Then you'll report to the training rooms, as well. A reprimand for the state Minamoto finds himself in."

Haruichi could contain himself no longer. "You want him punished for hospitalizing one agent by setting him on another one?" he demanded, incredulity drowned out by certainty.

Arakaki walked out the door, smiling still. "It's the only way he'll learn to do it right."

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