"Hmm." Yumichika mused, waving his chopsticks about aimlessly. "Ikkaku?"

"Aa?"

"I've decided what my Bankai's going to be."

"Man," The third seat snorted, "You don't get to choose."

"But if I did…"

Ikkaku shifted impatiently. "Then what?"

"I think it should be a giant mirror, don't you?"

The bald Shinigami choked on his rice.

"I mean, think of the possibilities. It's perfect!" Yumichika continued enthusiastically, ignoring Ikkaku's splutters. "Whilst my opponents are distracted by the many reflections of my perfect features, BAM! I deliver the death blow with the elegance and grace that so befits my beauty."

Ikkaku resisted the urge to jam the chopsticks through Ayasegawa's eye.

"I can tell from your amazed silence that you approve. Good, isn't it."

"…Yumi."

The fifth seat looked up from his preening. "Yeeees?"

"Get a freakin' life."

Yay overly typical characterisation. I'm sure Yumichika isn't QUITE this self obsessed in "reality" but oh well :D

And yeah this is another pathetic humour drabble so please overlook the fact that I STILL HAVEN'T UPDATED LOTJ (Law of the Jungle, for you acronym-phobics out there) YET D::::::: The next chapter IS coming, I swears on the precious! It's just.... not entirely finished yet? . I'm doing paragraph by paragraph, mostly at weekends. I suck at updating, feel free to chase me with a pitchfork or other weapon of your choice. It's actually close to finishing, now I think about it, a couple of paragraphs more... then I need to type it up and edit all the crappy bits out XD So a week? Couple of weeks? DON'T HATE ME ;w;

After that apologetic self-loathing fest..... review? ;D

~Featherz