A/N: So I decided that the most accurate way to describe the 'story', if you will, as "dialogues between untamed genii". Ha ha. But it's going to be more like snippets or shapshots of random moments in their time together. I don't think I quite want to include any other characters, at least just yet. But please read and review, tell me what you think, rant, rave, and the like.
Also, sorry for taking so long to update. Midterms are crucifying me with a crown of cyclohexane and the cross that is being dropped off a cliff is descending in the y-direction at a rate of 9.8m/s squared.

Disclaimer: In colloquial terms, if I owned Bleach, I must be pretty tank. As it stands I am not tank, therefore my capacity to own Bleach or any of its characters is very limited. Oh hey, it's a syllogism as well.

The Tears You Shed

Chapter 2: Suggestive Suggestions

-"We need a place to train." He stated pensively.

-"Isn't this good enough? It's been good enough for the past ten years."

-"Eleven. And we need a place to train." He emphasized.

-"What are you talking about?"

-"This plain is too open. Anyone can see us here."

She arched an eyebrow. "What is it that you don't want people seeing?"

He smiled mischievously. She sighed.

-"Don't be more suggestive than you actually mean, Kisuke, you're not that clever."

He laughed. "I wasn't being suggestive, my friend. If you were thinking a hentai's thoughts, that's your doing." He looked scandalized, "To think I trusted you enough not to contort such devious things out of my innocent words."

-"HA. Now you're being so melodramatic, you've lost all eloquence."

-"You never had any in the first place."

Her foot was inches from his temple in a tenth of a second.

-"Really? I thought my foot connecting to your face would be pretty eloquent."

-"You're just begging the word now." He grabbed her ankle without looking. "I was being compassionate to let you that close." He spun her leg, causing her to follow suit.

She caught herself in mid-air and landed on her hands, then flipped over his head and in one fluid and sweeping move; she landed and kicked him off balance.

-"Compassionate enough to cry about it?"

He rolled in the grass and stood up in a stance.

-"I'm a little more heartless than that." He straightened up. "I know the perfect place. Race you to it."

-"I don't even know where it is, baka." She retorted, a little disappointed that the warm-up only lasted that long. He must be intent on this. Nevertheless, she caught up with him and the two disappeared into the forest.

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-"Shunpo, eh?"

-"Yeah, figured it was about time."

-"Indeed." She ducked another kick from him.

-"Aren't you proud of me?"

-"When you can catch up to me, maybe." Now she was asking for it. He grinned. He suddenly appeared from behind her and in an attempt to "catch" her, threw his arms around her waist before she could react to his movement.

Her eyes widened, and though he could not see the shock registered on her face, he could feel her back arch in surprise. He threw her playfully onto the ground.

-"I think I just did." He said innocently.

She stared at him from the dust ground, still taken aback. He had done something as familiar as this before, but she never thought of it as being anything significant. Now, she felt… exhilarated, feeling him behind her in that split second before she was thrown so unceremoniously. This didn't make sense. What…

-"I heard you made secret military." He held out a hand to help her up, but she simply raised her eyebrows.

-"And I heard you made Vice-captain. What's your point?"

-"No, but you made comm-"

-"I was appointed. It's my birthright."

He looked at her a while.

-"How do you like it?"

-"It's okay. I don't want to talk about it."

-"You sure?"

-"Yeah."

-"Okay." He knew better than to persist. A few broken ribs better than to press her for answers. "But so YOUNG, and a WOMAN, no less." He jested. He could sneak in a few more remarks.

-"I said I don't want to talk about it."

-"Speaking of positions," he changed subject unabated, "I think I've figured out a way to achieve Bankai…"

-"Because people have never done it before? I believe the method has been around for quite sometime." She eyed him skeptically. He was intelligent, but sometimes, not too bright.

-"…In a matter of days."

-"Ha ha, what? It takes at least ten years, for a skilled shinigami, at least."

-"The keyword being skilled." He pointed out, knowingly. "I like to think of myself as a little more than that."

-"Oh, the boundaries your modesty won't cross."

-"Of course, I am the very image of it." He looked at her innocently, but then became serious. "I think we can do it."

-"Are you SURE? This had better not be a waste of my time."

He sniffed, looking hurt.

-"Do you have that little faith in me?"

-"No, but I've been around you long enough to be wary of your excessive zeal."

-"It's not a bad thing." He protested in mock indignation.

-"How do you figure you'll do it?"

-"WE shall have to find a way to extract our zanpaktous' spirits and manifest them…" He sat down contemplatively.

-"And…?"

-"That's all I have so far."

She stared in disbelief.

-"That's it? Everyone knows that."

He grinned.

-"Yeah, well…"

-"You said you knew, baka."

-"That... may… have been due to my… er…'excessive zeal.'"

-"So you have no idea, do you?"

-"Heh…"

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-"Hm…I think I've got it." He bit into an apple and chewed thoughtfully. It was three days after they had that conversation.

-"Oh? Do tell."

-"Well, we want to extract the spirit out, transfer it from its world to our physical one."

-"And how do you propose that?"

-"There must be an instrument of some sort to do that somewhere. For someone to train with…?" His eyes glinted.

-"That spirit transfer shell!" Her eyes widened at the realization.

-"Now, why didn't I think of that before?" He asked non-committedly.

-"Guess I'll be paying the SMC research division a visit then…"

-"I thought you'd never offer."

-" Oh, so you KNEW, you liar." She punched him playfully in the arm.

-"I THOUGHT, my dear."

-"Yes, because those terms of endearment will save you. If anything you should be condemned for uttering such fluff to me."

-"Why are you so afraid to love, my dear?" He drawled.

Needless to say, he did not regain consciousness for a good ten minutes.

A/N: Please review. Am I being too ambigious? Is it too choppy? Is it remotely humourous? Please let me know what you think.