...miled as she watched his eyes widen in surprise. Inside was a sleek, solid black katana. It was perfectly balanced and the edge looked sharp enough to cut through anything. Ichigo was speechless as he gaped at Yoruichi.
"Do you like it Ichigo?" At his soundless, yet emphatic, nod, Yoruichi giggled, "I thought you might. That blade is called Zangetsu and it belongs only to you for as long as you live. You must care for and protect it as you would your own life, Ichigo. A man is only as strong as the sword he wields."
"Th-thank you, Yoruichi-sama," Ichigo said as he went to his knees bowed his head toward her. "I never believed that I would ever own a blade as fine as this. I will never forget this kindness."
"You've certainly earned it, Ichigo." She said with a lewd wink. "Now get up, atsusa...the only time a man like you should be on your knees is in the bedroom." When he stood, Yoruichi wrapped herself around him and gave him a searing kiss. Both of them could hear Rangiku sigh impatiently from within the carriage, "If you're both done glomping* each other, we really need to be on our way."
Just as the carriage passed into the forest beyond Edo, all hell seemed to break loose. The carriage driver noticed several men on horseback surrounding them and he whipped the horses to a run as he ...