Genre: Humor

Rating: K+

Characters: Yoruichi, Soifon

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Otherwise I wouldn't post this here.


"So did you understand the theory behind Utsusemi?" Yoruichi asked her student.

"Yes, Yoruichi-sama," Soifon answered.

"Good," the commander of Onmitsukido nodded. "We can begin with the practice." Without further ado she lunged after the younger woman. The Goddess of Flash was so fast that the young girl had no chance to dodge, Yoruichi's zanpakuto plunging deep into her chest. But then her image distorted, leaving only her overcoat hanging in the air. The dark-skinned woman turned towards her protégé standing a short distance away.

"Well done," she approved. "Let's do it again."

And again.

And again.

And again and again and again and then once more.


"What?" the teacher snapped at her uncharacteristically meek student. "Don't tell me you're tired already."

"No, Yoruichi-sama. It's embarrassing, but… you see… I have no more clothes to shed."