Disclaimer: no, I do not own bleach, the characters, or any of that sort of thing. I am not that rich nor that lucky. Cest 'la vie.

From across the room the little ball of paper (soaked with saliva) flew towards its intended target. The target was oblivious to the tracking pattern of this orb in flight, being fully engrossed with the training of one of his students. The spitwad (for that was what it was) continued on until it reached its intended destination, right behind the ear of Yamamoto, THE Yamamoto, Captain of the 1st squad and thus the entirety of the Gotei 13. Yamamoto knew immediately who the perpetrator of this heinous crime was as he turned around and bellowed at the top of his lungs… "SHUNSUI KYOR……. " He left off there as the target of his scream was not there. All that was in his line of vision was a rather bewildered looking Ukitake, who Yamamoto knew had not the lunacy, nor the lung-strength to hurl a spitwad of that magnitude that far. Yamamoto blinked; nobody would have had the gall to do that, nobody but Shunsui Kyoraku. But the little scamp was nowhere to be found. Ukkitake looked absolutely helpless and hopelessly confused, obviousy he was not the perpetrator.

Yamamoto, lacking any suitable target for his wrath, and having a lesson to finish, merely turned around with a growl and continued on with his lesson. Barely 10 seconds later, another little wet orb hit with a resounding smack in the exact same place as the first. Yamamoto whirled, fire in his eyes, and all but flaring out his nose. But just as before was a very confused, and very terrified Ukitake. He was almost ready to wet his pants Yamamoto noticed, and the stress was probably not good for him in his current physical state, not that he ever was in a good physical state. The class as a whole was slightly disturbed, most of them did not know what had irked their instructor, and those who did know, wisely kept very silent, but they were all somewhat unnerved by the anger of the captain standing in from on them, as all the newer students in the academy would be.

Yamamoto gave up and returned to the lesson one more time, but kept his senses fully engaged in the world around him, ready for the next…

The spitball didn't even get to his head this time. He turned, swatting it aside and just caught sight of the blur vacating the space immediately behind the befuddled Ukitake, and returning to…

"Shunsui Kyoraku, I see you have mastered the art of Shunpo. Indeed this is a rarity as such an early age, but then, you always were a most gifted student," Yamamoto coolly stated as he turned towards the seat of one of his two most talented students. "However, you had better run fast if you expect to make it through the rest of the day alive."

With a expression of sheer terror on his face at having been caught by his very powerful teacher, young Kyoraku immediately disappeared without a word, leaving an astonished and bewildered classroom in his wake.

"Class, you are dismissed for the day, I have some business that needs attending to." With that, the head captain disappeared after the renegade, bent on putting the fear of god into his young, troublesome, prodigy.

3 minutes later…

Everybody had hurriedly left the classroom just in case Captain Yamamoto changed his mind and returned, everybody but young Ukitake. Now left alone, in an empty room, he smiled knowingly, pulling out a very short straw from a fold in his robe, blowing on it cowboy style, and deliberately returning it to its rightful spot before slowly rising and making his way out of the class room and to his quarters. "I sure hope poor old Shunsui makes out safely. I would sure hate to lose him forever," he smirked as he disappeared down the hall. "Maybe next time he won't be so late to class."