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skipping. (Bleach; Urahara Kisuke and Shihouin Yoruichi; theme #15)
Title: skipping.
Author: beneathabridge/ yes. this is sarah.
Pairing: Urahara Kisuke and Shihouin Yoruichi
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: #15- Perfect blue
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or anything else of Tite Kubo’s, including, but not limited to, his house, his car, his mother, or his soul. Tragic, I know.

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Kisuke looked down at the piece of paper that had been clean and white at the beginning of the class and found that it was now covered in blue ink. The ink was arranged in patterns and words put there by his hand throughout the exceedingly boring class; the worst part was that his pen had just run out of ink and there was still half an hour left until he was free.

Kisuke sighed and looked out the high windows of the classroom, thinking that this day was much too pretty for him to be wasting his time sitting in class. The sky was a perfect blue, the grass was green, and the sun was shining in a cheery manner. This was the first real day of spring, and it was killing him that he was missing it. It wasn’t as if he’d be missing some amazing revelation if he just walked out right now. In fact, he was mildly certain that his instructor wouldn’t even notice he was gone. Kisuke was extremely tempted to test his theory… purely in the interest of science, of course.

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Yoruichi had had just about enough. Sitting still for long periods of time had never been her specialty, and this time was no exception. She was staring at the ceiling, thinking of ways that she could get out of the class that she was sitting in. She stole occasional glances at the window, savoring the thought that if she could think of an escape plan soon she would out there under that beautiful, blue, spring sky instead of in a stuffy classroom. A sudden thought struck Yoruichi. The window. Going out of the door would be pretty obvious, but no one was watching the window. She took a deep breath and then silently flash-stepped up to the window, which she quickly pushed open and jumped out of.

When she landed, she found herself free. Standing in the sunlight, she closed her eyes for a moment; when she opened them, she found that she was not alone.

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“Fancy meeting you here,” Kisuke said when she opened her eyes. He walked forward and kissed her in greeting, because they were alone and it was spring and the sky was blue. “What’d you do, walk out?”

“Please, I am far too classy to just walk out. I took the window.”

“Ah. How imaginative of you.”

“Did you just walk out, Kisuke?”

“Well, no one was paying attention, and I just wanted to see…”

“Always the risk-taker.”

“And what fun would I be if I wasn’t? We wouldn’t be spending this beautiful day together.”

She couldn’t think of a good enough reply to that; she thought that the heat of the warm day was probably going to her head. Instead she just stuck out her tongue, which Kisuke promptly caught with his mouth. Their verbal sparring took the backseat after this, and they wasted the rest of the afternoon in the bright light under the blue sky that spring had created.

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AN- Well, if you noticed my use of the word “flash-stepped” and cringed, don’t worry, you’re not alone. What was I going to put though, “shunpo’d”? That sounds like, “Sorry man, you’ve just been SHUNPO’D!” Actually, that would have been pretty funny, although it might have ruined the mood of the story. =P