Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach
Rating: Gonna say K for now
I always thought if anyone would understand Ishida it would be Yoruichi and they make an interesting (and hot) pair to write.
Ishida released his arrow into the hollow, turning towards a particularly suspicious shadow as it disintegrated behind him.
"Yoruichi-san. What can I do for you?" he asked the slinking black cat politely, allowing his spirit bow to disappear.
"Ishida-san," the masculine voice intoned, coming out into the open before him from behind a conveniently shielding bush, "You have become quite sensitive to reiatsu, I see. Well done. It's not the average boy who can sense my whereabouts." Ishida didn't reply, letting the unspoken comment, 'Of course, I'm a Quincy,' go without saying. Instead he began walking in the direction the cat indicated he should follow as they talked.
"How have you been, Ishida-san?" she asked him idly, tail swishing gently in the cool night air. The two had recognized a degree of respect and mild admiration between each other during their stay in Soul Society; although they had never really become friends, they felt a mutual bond of understanding.
"Well, Yoruichi-san, and yourself?" she smirked, though in her current form the affect was lost on the cat's features.
"Excellent, although, being trapped in the human world has its downsides. Boredom, mostly," she paused to gauge his reaction and think of how best to put forward her proposal, she continued, "I have a proposition for you, Ishida-san." Ishida continued walking without registering any reaction at all but secretly he was extremely curious. He noticed they were not far from Urahara Shouten, walking in that general direction. He had no reason to be home soon, or even at all, so he didn't worry about her mysterious plans extending into the night.
"I would like to spar with you, Ishida-san," his eyes widened slightly but he showed no other signs of surprise at all, continuing his leisurely pace beside her. If she hadn't felt the tiny spike in his tempered reiatsu she would never have noticed his reaction.
"With me, Yoruichi-san? Are you sure I'm--"
"Don't sell yourself short, Quincy, you have an extraordinary ability, especially since you recently regained your powers. I know you've been dying to practice on someone, but who other than Ichigo is strong enough to withstand your fierce arrows? He being so busy with the Vaizard must be somewhat infuriating, nee?" she widened her smirk and watched the boy, awaiting a response.
Ishida thought about it. He'd heard from Urahara on an occasion or two just how powerful the woman was, particularly her experimental kidou fighting ability, Flash Release. He didn't think she'd use that against him just yet but it was an intriguing thought; fighting with the "God of Flash" herself. The prospect was quite invigorating.
As they rounded the corner before Urahara Shouten, Ishida made his decision.
"Ah, good evening, Ishida-san, how nice to see you again," Urahara chattered as he let them inside the dark shop, "Yoruichi-san, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"
She merely glanced up and slipped past him to disappear around the corner to the rooms behind the store.
"Hm," Urahara flipped his fan closed and looked back at Ishida, "Won't you join me for tea, Ishida-san?" Ishida wordlessly followed the blond to the back of the shop to sit on a plump pillow at the small dining table. He waited while Urahara poured them both chamomile tea and seated himself across from Ishida.
"So, Ishida-san, how have you been?" he asked with genuine interest and sipped his tea. Ishida had always liked the easy-going man, even if he was a little more mysterious than he'd prefer. Not usually being one to divulge details about himself, however, he easily could understand the sentiment.
Before Ishida could reply with his politely generic response Yoruichi reemerged in her human form sporting her usual black pants and orange sweater ensemble. She finished tying her sumptuous purple hair in a ponytail and joined the two at the table, crossing her long graceful legs before her and helping herself to the steaming tea. She looked at Ishida as she sipped and then smiled.
"So, Ishida-san, what do you think? How's about some good, old fashioned bloodshed?" Surprised by her forward and eager questions, Ishida spluttered a little and tried not to choke on the hot liquid in his mouth.
"Eeeh, what's this? Yoruichi, you didn't tell me you were actually gonna ask the boy," Urahara said in his usual amusing warble, setting his cup down, "Don't tell me you actually intend to endanger him with your wild, unpredictable--"
"He's perfectly capable of deciding whether he'd like to risk it or not, Kisuke," she chided. The two bickered back and forth for a time before Ishida finally got annoyed. Even he didn't have limitless patience.
"I accept," he interrupted, regaining their attention instantly, "I would be honored to learn from the 'God of Flash' herself how to better myself in combat," he lowered his gaze and sipped his tea somewhat humbly as she smiled approvingly.
"You see, Urahara, the boy wants to play, how could you deny him his fun," her tone was slightly patronizing, Ishida thought, as she smirked at Urahara happily.
"Nee, it's your funeral, Ishida-kun," he said resignedly, setting down his now empty cup, but Ishida thought he detected a hint of mischief glinting in the hat-shaded eyes. "Either way, Yoruichi-san," he said, standing, "he won't be any fun dead," and left. Wondering what exactly he meant by "fun", Ishida heard a door down the hall slide open and closed as he glanced back up at Yoruichi.
"Damned meddling, crazy--" Yoruichi muttered to herself and sighed before looking over at Ishida, "Tomorrow, then, Ishida-san?" he nodded and they stood.
Leaving Urahara Shouten, Ishida couldn't help feeling a little elated about tomorrow. He'd never imagined himself in league with Yoruichi, hadn't even hoped he could one day fight with her, even though his own Quincy Flash Steps were in general faster than the average shunpo. Yoruichi had no normal shunpo. She and Urahara were among the few shinigami-related people he actually greatly respected. Walking home on auto-pilot, lost in thought, Ishida failed to notice the small skulking shadow tailing him from a safe distance.