“You’re going to pay for this,” Yoruichi declared, finally finding the jacket neck and wriggling loose. “He wasn’t trying to catch me, he was trying to catch you!”
“You never said he had to know whom he was catching,” Loki said sternly. “Sworn is sworn, and you already had more than your chance to set the terms. He met them all. You promised.”
“…Damn it.” Black ears lowered. “If it hadn’t been for that mouse… hah! You were the mouse, and the deal is off-”
“He wasn’t!” Ichigo scowled down at the frizzed-out cat. “That was me.” Biting his lip in concentration, he made his power small and shadowy again. Just one little bit of magic, sparkling like a small life in his senses.
“You pretended to be a mouse.” Gold stared at him, unblinking. Glanced fire at Loki. “How in the worlds did you get his reiatsu that much under control?”
“Practice,” Loki said firmly. “A very great deal of practice. And a teacher as stubborn as his student.” He smiled. “It’s good I know you’re just as stubborn as both of us, isn’t it, Yoruichi-san?”
“Heh.” The cat sat down, licking ruffled fur back into place. “All right, kiddo. First lesson. Try to catch me now.”
Midnight blurred, and Yoruichi was gone.
Realizing he was gaping, Ichigo shut his mouth. “That wasn’t teleporting….”
“I believe it’s called flash-step,” Loki informed him. “It takes a great deal of control and skill, but not the precision of teleportation.”
Ichigo tried not to redden. Skill, Loki said he was learning. Control… well, they were working on that. Precision? Um. Not so much.
But if there’s another way to move fast….
“And it looks like fun.” Loki winked at him. “Don’t worry. She will keep her promise and teach you. I know it.”
Ichigo’s jaw dropped. “She?”
Loki just laughed.