Confessions
Narrative: Complete Log
Characters: Morino Ibiki, Gekkou Hayate
General Setting: Inside the chapel
Summary: Confession.
Warnings: None
Ibiki: The office reserved for Ibiki was empty and locked on this night. The workload had been relatively light, considering the New Year was only a few days away. So, where does Ibiki spend his free time?
Those who don’t know him on an intimate level would be surprised by the answer. Among the several empty pews within the chapel, Ibiki sat toward the middle. The chapel was open despite the fact that there will not be a service this evening, but it didn’t stop the occasional person to seek refuge. Not that there hadn’t been many people to begin with, Ibiki was one of the few his age who didn’t seem to have disputes over the foreign religion.
Ibiki wasn’t going anywhere soon, catching up with him should be no difficult task.
Hayate: His conscience was unusually murky after the business transactions with his senpai. After Zetsu had dropped off the latest plant, Hayate wrote a brief note for Genma in case he stumbled upon the latest room additions before he had a chance to explain and he left to clear his mind. When routine sword practices didn't work, he headed to the chapel. He had no problem asking for divine assistance from any God that would listen.
Shouldering open the door, Ibiki was immediately noticed and it came to no surprise that he would already be there. The teacher was one of the few adults, people in general, Hayate trusted and he truly enjoyed his company.
Making no effort to mask his presence, he shuffled further into the chapel and called out softly behind a scarf. "Good evening, Morino-sensei."
Ibiki: “Gekkou-san,” Ibiki answered, knowing this particular student’s voice well. He shifted over somewhat on the pew he sat upon, making room for another person to sit down. “Good afternoon.” With the sun setting so early in the day, and the fact that he didn’t bother to check his watch lately, Ibiki had no idea what time of the day it was. He’d sat there for hours with no concept of time.
“Is there something you need to repent for, boy?” Ibiki couldn’t imagine was other reason a teenage boy would have to take sanctuary on any day other than Sunday.
Hayate: The sheathed sword was removed from the holster on his back and Hayate gripped it tightly as he took a seat. There was always something to repent for. He shrugged, thinking the answer was obvious. "In a way... a student can only get into so much trouble during the first week."
Not including Genma. It was curious as to what his roommate had been up to this past week, undoubtedly causing some chaos or mess but he hadn't heard anything yet. It was childish to whine and burden others with ones problems and he fell back on his manners to divert the conversation away from himself.
"How is your family doing? Are any students giving you trouble?"
Ibiki: “I haven’t heard anything from my family,” Which didn’t concern Ibiki at all, only a couple of people in his family were literate enough to write. Communication wasn’t wasted on small talk. “Nobody has been brave enough.” So far, anyway. His experience with the students taught him that they’re the most manageable before they pull something outrageous.
Yet, the answer Hayate had given him spiked Ibiki’s curiosity. He certainly knew Hayate was no more or less innocent than anyone else, but at the same time Ibiki knew it was out of his personality to cause trouble.
Lying in a house of God was something souls catch hellfire for, but Ibiki couldn’t resist to pry. “Gekkou-san, you should confess your wrongdoing before I have to do so for you.” He knew nothing of what Hayate had done, but perhaps he could make him accidentally say something.
Hayate: "Ah, that's good to hear," he paused and added hurriedly. "About your students."
Hayate wasn't going to mention his own family; he was in a similar situation and didn't expect to hear anything from his parents until the end of the year when he was required to go home. And small talk was pointless with Ibiki.
Shifting the katana in his lap, Hayate had a brief mental battle in which he weighed the options of laying everything down to the teacher or if he could get away with saying as little as possible. He unwrapped the scarf and placed it next to him.
"My only wrong doing is I... offered my assistance to someone but ... in the process I... lied to another person," Hayate offered a faint smile which would hopefully give the impression that the situation wasn't to be made a fuss over. "It's ironic really. And in the end the person would like more assistance than I'm willing to give."
Ibiki: Ibiki figured there was someone else other than Hayate involved. “You shouldn’t get yourself involved in such complications, Hayate,” He spoke on first-name terms, just to leave an impression. “You’ve gotten yourself in trouble the moment you felt compelled to lie.”
He leaned back into the pew, or as much as the stiff seating allowed. A rosary had been concealed within one of Ibiki’s gloved hands; he had started to shift the beads between his fingers as he thought out what to say next. “I know you’re not a rotten child, I can put good word in for you if you do find yourself in trouble. It could mean the difference of staying in school, or being kicked out.” He turned his attention directly to Hayate, watching him for a reaction after that blunt statement. “That’s only if you confess, boy.”
Hayate: He winced and jerked his attention to the pew in front of them. Suddenly the crack in the wood became so fascinating. "Someone... said they couldn't trust me with something. Something I thought was little at the time. My belief... is as students, as teammates, we're supposed to trust each other. We don't have time for trust building exercises at the beginning of missions," Hayate paused. Even if the person he was confessing to was Ibiki, he didn't like feeling the need to justify himself.
"I offered to help the person out. Later the person came with another request, involving an illegal substance, which... the person's roommate called him on. I... took the responsibility for it. And lied for him. But I still accepted the second request. And now the person is trying to get me involved with more. It's not illegal for me to be involved with the substance which is the main reason why this person is trying to get me more involved."
He sighed. "Trust is important. I ... lied to someone in order to gain the trust of another, and I just broke the trust with him by telling you this."
Ibiki: The situation was worse than Ibiki thought. He shot a harsh glare toward Hayate for a few moments, knowing well that the boy could tell even if he was staring at the floor. Ibiki heaved a sigh before looking away from Hayate. “This is a serious situation.” He gathered the rosary back into his palm, then tucked the item into the front pocket of his jacket. “Trust is a virtuous trait, but you can’t build virtue on wrong doings. You might as well not call it trust at all,” It sounded more like extortion to Ibiki.
Ibiki knew that pressing for more information was risky. If he were to outright punish the parties involved, it may place Hayate into danger. He’d have to catch and punish these people on his own. “You listen to me good-“ Ibiki snapped his fingers to get Hayate’s attention, making sure he’d look up to him before speaking any further. “Avoid these people as much as possible. That means no more favors, no more helping out. It shouldn’t be difficult, because I am going to punish you. Everyday after your studies, you’re to report to my office.”
Hayate: The tips of Hayate's ears burned. Confessing should have made him feel better but he only felt sick. He was supposed to be the genius in his family and this situation proved he was the exact opposite. Hearing the snap he looked up, listening intently and clinging to the words, eyes widening with realization when Ibiki finished talking.
"I'm sure I'm only blowing this out of proportion," Hayate tried reasoning. "I can ask if I can get out of it, but ... if that happens, someone else will be burdened. Already Genma is involved whether he is aware of it or not. I could try using this as an advantage. As far as I'm aware the situation as a whole is very... small. I only confessed to you in case something does happen on a wider or possibly violent scale."
This was the most Hayate had spoken in a long while and he turned away, coughing into his shoulder. "What kind of punishment?"
Ibiki: "It took more guts for you to confess rather than letting yourself get deeper into trouble on your own, you probably don’t realize.” When Hayate’s coughing ceased, Ibiki rest his arm over the others shoulder. He had to hold back the urge to start strangling Hayate for getting into this kind of mess. “It’s been awhile since the floor in my office has been waxed… I don’t want the flooring to get scratched up.” Whatever punishment Ibiki had reserved, it wasn’t going to be too severe. For now.
Hayate: "Thank you," he sat still under the arm. The punishment was fair and even if it wasn't, there was no way he would argue with Ibiki. Hayate deserved worse in his own eyes. There was one more thing bothering him. "This will stay confidential and between us?"
Would Genma be proud his roommate was bringing in the New Year with detentions? Hayate was counting on things to appear better tomorrow morning with a fresh outlook on the situation. Although he didn't think backing out was an option, not after witnessing Zetsu's persistence on him taking in two more plants. And especially not after they already arranged a payment for the deal.
Ibiki: Ibiki nodded slightly in reply to Hayate before speaking. “As long as your well-being isn’t at risk, yes.” However, this determination will be absolutely up to Ibiki, and he certainly didn’t object to the thought of watching Hayate like a hawk. Or, having other people do this for him if he were unable to do so.
“I’m staying here for another twenty minutes or so, perhaps you should stay longer than I plan.”
Hayate: Hayate lowered his head. Of course. A man goes to a chapel for a reason. He had been rude to interrupt the silence earlier, he stood and stepped out from the row and turned to bow in respect. "I apologize for burdening you... I'll do that. Thank you."
Turning on his heel with determination Hayate headed for the best seat in the house, front and center. Maybe by sitting closer to the source his dialogue would be heard more clearly by the higher powers. A silly but comforting thought. The stronger relief was knowing he could count on Ibiki to be there for him.
After acknowledging the deity Hayate took a seat and began to silently clear his conscience, still grasping the katana, asking for whatever assistance the Gods felt he deserved.
Characters: Morino Ibiki, Gekkou Hayate
General Setting: Inside the chapel
Summary: Confession.
Warnings: None
Ibiki: The office reserved for Ibiki was empty and locked on this night. The workload had been relatively light, considering the New Year was only a few days away. So, where does Ibiki spend his free time?
Those who don’t know him on an intimate level would be surprised by the answer. Among the several empty pews within the chapel, Ibiki sat toward the middle. The chapel was open despite the fact that there will not be a service this evening, but it didn’t stop the occasional person to seek refuge. Not that there hadn’t been many people to begin with, Ibiki was one of the few his age who didn’t seem to have disputes over the foreign religion.
Ibiki wasn’t going anywhere soon, catching up with him should be no difficult task.
Hayate: His conscience was unusually murky after the business transactions with his senpai. After Zetsu had dropped off the latest plant, Hayate wrote a brief note for Genma in case he stumbled upon the latest room additions before he had a chance to explain and he left to clear his mind. When routine sword practices didn't work, he headed to the chapel. He had no problem asking for divine assistance from any God that would listen.
Shouldering open the door, Ibiki was immediately noticed and it came to no surprise that he would already be there. The teacher was one of the few adults, people in general, Hayate trusted and he truly enjoyed his company.
Making no effort to mask his presence, he shuffled further into the chapel and called out softly behind a scarf. "Good evening, Morino-sensei."
Ibiki: “Gekkou-san,” Ibiki answered, knowing this particular student’s voice well. He shifted over somewhat on the pew he sat upon, making room for another person to sit down. “Good afternoon.” With the sun setting so early in the day, and the fact that he didn’t bother to check his watch lately, Ibiki had no idea what time of the day it was. He’d sat there for hours with no concept of time.
“Is there something you need to repent for, boy?” Ibiki couldn’t imagine was other reason a teenage boy would have to take sanctuary on any day other than Sunday.
Hayate: The sheathed sword was removed from the holster on his back and Hayate gripped it tightly as he took a seat. There was always something to repent for. He shrugged, thinking the answer was obvious. "In a way... a student can only get into so much trouble during the first week."
Not including Genma. It was curious as to what his roommate had been up to this past week, undoubtedly causing some chaos or mess but he hadn't heard anything yet. It was childish to whine and burden others with ones problems and he fell back on his manners to divert the conversation away from himself.
"How is your family doing? Are any students giving you trouble?"
Ibiki: “I haven’t heard anything from my family,” Which didn’t concern Ibiki at all, only a couple of people in his family were literate enough to write. Communication wasn’t wasted on small talk. “Nobody has been brave enough.” So far, anyway. His experience with the students taught him that they’re the most manageable before they pull something outrageous.
Yet, the answer Hayate had given him spiked Ibiki’s curiosity. He certainly knew Hayate was no more or less innocent than anyone else, but at the same time Ibiki knew it was out of his personality to cause trouble.
Lying in a house of God was something souls catch hellfire for, but Ibiki couldn’t resist to pry. “Gekkou-san, you should confess your wrongdoing before I have to do so for you.” He knew nothing of what Hayate had done, but perhaps he could make him accidentally say something.
Hayate: "Ah, that's good to hear," he paused and added hurriedly. "About your students."
Hayate wasn't going to mention his own family; he was in a similar situation and didn't expect to hear anything from his parents until the end of the year when he was required to go home. And small talk was pointless with Ibiki.
Shifting the katana in his lap, Hayate had a brief mental battle in which he weighed the options of laying everything down to the teacher or if he could get away with saying as little as possible. He unwrapped the scarf and placed it next to him.
"My only wrong doing is I... offered my assistance to someone but ... in the process I... lied to another person," Hayate offered a faint smile which would hopefully give the impression that the situation wasn't to be made a fuss over. "It's ironic really. And in the end the person would like more assistance than I'm willing to give."
Ibiki: Ibiki figured there was someone else other than Hayate involved. “You shouldn’t get yourself involved in such complications, Hayate,” He spoke on first-name terms, just to leave an impression. “You’ve gotten yourself in trouble the moment you felt compelled to lie.”
He leaned back into the pew, or as much as the stiff seating allowed. A rosary had been concealed within one of Ibiki’s gloved hands; he had started to shift the beads between his fingers as he thought out what to say next. “I know you’re not a rotten child, I can put good word in for you if you do find yourself in trouble. It could mean the difference of staying in school, or being kicked out.” He turned his attention directly to Hayate, watching him for a reaction after that blunt statement. “That’s only if you confess, boy.”
Hayate: He winced and jerked his attention to the pew in front of them. Suddenly the crack in the wood became so fascinating. "Someone... said they couldn't trust me with something. Something I thought was little at the time. My belief... is as students, as teammates, we're supposed to trust each other. We don't have time for trust building exercises at the beginning of missions," Hayate paused. Even if the person he was confessing to was Ibiki, he didn't like feeling the need to justify himself.
"I offered to help the person out. Later the person came with another request, involving an illegal substance, which... the person's roommate called him on. I... took the responsibility for it. And lied for him. But I still accepted the second request. And now the person is trying to get me involved with more. It's not illegal for me to be involved with the substance which is the main reason why this person is trying to get me more involved."
He sighed. "Trust is important. I ... lied to someone in order to gain the trust of another, and I just broke the trust with him by telling you this."
Ibiki: The situation was worse than Ibiki thought. He shot a harsh glare toward Hayate for a few moments, knowing well that the boy could tell even if he was staring at the floor. Ibiki heaved a sigh before looking away from Hayate. “This is a serious situation.” He gathered the rosary back into his palm, then tucked the item into the front pocket of his jacket. “Trust is a virtuous trait, but you can’t build virtue on wrong doings. You might as well not call it trust at all,” It sounded more like extortion to Ibiki.
Ibiki knew that pressing for more information was risky. If he were to outright punish the parties involved, it may place Hayate into danger. He’d have to catch and punish these people on his own. “You listen to me good-“ Ibiki snapped his fingers to get Hayate’s attention, making sure he’d look up to him before speaking any further. “Avoid these people as much as possible. That means no more favors, no more helping out. It shouldn’t be difficult, because I am going to punish you. Everyday after your studies, you’re to report to my office.”
Hayate: The tips of Hayate's ears burned. Confessing should have made him feel better but he only felt sick. He was supposed to be the genius in his family and this situation proved he was the exact opposite. Hearing the snap he looked up, listening intently and clinging to the words, eyes widening with realization when Ibiki finished talking.
"I'm sure I'm only blowing this out of proportion," Hayate tried reasoning. "I can ask if I can get out of it, but ... if that happens, someone else will be burdened. Already Genma is involved whether he is aware of it or not. I could try using this as an advantage. As far as I'm aware the situation as a whole is very... small. I only confessed to you in case something does happen on a wider or possibly violent scale."
This was the most Hayate had spoken in a long while and he turned away, coughing into his shoulder. "What kind of punishment?"
Ibiki: "It took more guts for you to confess rather than letting yourself get deeper into trouble on your own, you probably don’t realize.” When Hayate’s coughing ceased, Ibiki rest his arm over the others shoulder. He had to hold back the urge to start strangling Hayate for getting into this kind of mess. “It’s been awhile since the floor in my office has been waxed… I don’t want the flooring to get scratched up.” Whatever punishment Ibiki had reserved, it wasn’t going to be too severe. For now.
Hayate: "Thank you," he sat still under the arm. The punishment was fair and even if it wasn't, there was no way he would argue with Ibiki. Hayate deserved worse in his own eyes. There was one more thing bothering him. "This will stay confidential and between us?"
Would Genma be proud his roommate was bringing in the New Year with detentions? Hayate was counting on things to appear better tomorrow morning with a fresh outlook on the situation. Although he didn't think backing out was an option, not after witnessing Zetsu's persistence on him taking in two more plants. And especially not after they already arranged a payment for the deal.
Ibiki: Ibiki nodded slightly in reply to Hayate before speaking. “As long as your well-being isn’t at risk, yes.” However, this determination will be absolutely up to Ibiki, and he certainly didn’t object to the thought of watching Hayate like a hawk. Or, having other people do this for him if he were unable to do so.
“I’m staying here for another twenty minutes or so, perhaps you should stay longer than I plan.”
Hayate: Hayate lowered his head. Of course. A man goes to a chapel for a reason. He had been rude to interrupt the silence earlier, he stood and stepped out from the row and turned to bow in respect. "I apologize for burdening you... I'll do that. Thank you."
Turning on his heel with determination Hayate headed for the best seat in the house, front and center. Maybe by sitting closer to the source his dialogue would be heard more clearly by the higher powers. A silly but comforting thought. The stronger relief was knowing he could count on Ibiki to be there for him.
After acknowledging the deity Hayate took a seat and began to silently clear his conscience, still grasping the katana, asking for whatever assistance the Gods felt he deserved.