Not really a thread, just a little drabble-thing that I've had in my head for way too long.

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The guttural cries of anguish caused Yoruichi wake from her nap. Blinking somewhat in confusion, she scrubbed a paw over her eyes before standing up to stretch momentarily, before padding down the hallway to where the commotion was coming from.

Somehow it didn't surprise her that her blonde-haired 'child' was the one making the ruckus, though seeing the youth sprawled on the floor, twitching and flailing about, and moans of what sounded like sheer agony coming from her throat, was certainly something new. Particularly when the girl seemed perfectly fine physically.

"What the hell's wrong with her?" she questioned, lifting one furry brow over to Urahara who sat cross-legged a few feet away from the girl. He held a delightfully devious expression from underneath his hat.

"Oh, nothing much." her replied casually. The amusement was hard to miss in his voice. "Just casually mentioned to her that Kurotsuchi is her uncle."

The feline blinked at him, not quite understanding. "But you two aren't related. At all."

"Exactly the point."

Frowning a little, Yoruichi returned her gaze on Muriko who continued to writhe on the floor. A grin slowly pulled her lips back, as she finally realized why the comment had been made. "Oh, that's completely evil." she told him, barely holding back a laugh. "But I think that's the best reaction you've gotten out of her yet."

"Would you like a copy of the tape?"

"Oh, most definitely."