...his features. Yoruichi's grin, in turn, widened.
Shaolin won't know what hit her. Still…
"Just remember", Yoruichi pointed out, "hurt her - "
"Not gonna happen", he stated simply. "'Sides, even if I somehow did, do ya honestly think she'd let me get away with all my bones intact? I'm thinkin' 'alive' would be lucky."
"Well, yeah, but - "
"Don' worry. Like I said, ain't gonna happen. I got nothin' but good intentions, which is fucken scary considering that it's me." He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. "Can't say that I actually mind, though, which might actually be even scarier."
Yoruichi smiled knowingly at him. "So then, what's the plan?"
An expression of unwavering innocence came over his face. "I'm going to take the new recruits for training, of course, just like I'm supposed to and then I think I'll go and train myself."
Innocence gave way to mischief.
"And I'm gonna leave her a note."
Two hours later, having ascertained that Grimmjow's spiritual pressure was nowhere near the office, Soi Fon walked into the division, hoping to go through her paperwork quietly and uneventfully. Slipping into her office, she let out a sigh of relief. Not only was the room Grimmjow-free, bu...