A little less manic, Isshin offered Kon a hand. “You okay? Ichigo let off a heck of a blast. I kept it from getting outside the room, but-”
Kon snorted, fingers running through orange hair with a shake that had nerves written all over it. “Mod-soul, remember? They built us to take on high-level Hollows. And take over for any shinigami getting out of a gigai. Even captains.” He blinked, a little dazed. “Whoa….”
“Yeah. You take it easy,” Isshin said firmly. “Captain-level’s one thing. Ichigo? My family kind of runs toward the high end of the scale.”
“Ichigo?” Kon echoed in disbelief.
“Heh.” Still grinning, Isshin stepped back out into the hall. Picked up the door, and shut it.
Working out his own nerves with a bit of practical magic, Loki murmured to the hinges. Yes, Isshin’s kick had been completely unexpected, outrageous, and more than any self-respecting door should have to put up with. But it was over now.
Still cranky, brass and wood flowed back together.
“Nice trick,” Isshin complemented him. “Still sure you don’t want to be a plumber?”
“I’ll handle human plumbing, thank you,” Loki said dryly. “Less boring. Your family?”
“Walked into that one, didn’t I?” Isshin shrugged. “Let’s get the girls settled. Then – I think we could use a drink.”
“Your grandfather.” Perched on a kitchen stool, Loki stared at his foster father. One glass of sake definitely wasn’t enough for this. “Yamamoto-Genryuusai. The fire giant….”
“Well, he was,” Isshin shrugged. “The old man struck me right off the clan register. Attacking a brother captain for no reason? Can’t have that. Isn’t done.”
“And it didn’t occur to him you might have a very good reason?” Loki said dryly.
“Ah!” Isshin’s finger stabbed innocent air. “But a dutiful noble son would have had evidence. Would have brought it before the Chamber of 46. Would have let them rule on it. Then, and only then, with official permission, would he have tried to kill the bastard.”
Loki thought that over for all of three seconds. “The Chamber of 46 is compromised.”