Without Lies

When love cannot stand the test of time

Nor withhold upon the test of distance

Destined to crumble along the path of weakness

That is forgivable

Vows not honored when called upon will taint

Promises ignored and purposely forgotten wounds

Cowards who won't face what smolders

That is not

It is not worth it

In the end

To live with someone

Who will not be there

That is suicide

That is depression

No excuses

Make yourself happy

Get out

Start new

Dig for another beginning

You'll make it

Honor yourself

That is self-worth

[[Facing The Truth]]

Soi Fon assessed the damage in front of her. Scattered papers littered her upturned desk and floor, the window to the 79th floor of the president's Honey Batchi corporation broken. Cabinet files dented the soft carpet, but thankfully had been locked to keep anyone and everyone out except for the qualified and those with key.

It wasn't a big deal.

They were renovating in two days due to a large demand of natural sweetener from the mass public and a new look for the company had been advised to further sales. Summer had burned itself out, the start of a crisp fall already descending upon the world. That left the two seasons of bitter chill and cold after harvesting for many stores stocked with goods under one company name to supply honey to sweeten up all the festive holidays and bitter hearts.

Two days with a permanently broken window wasn't a problem at all.

Her vacation started now.

Hard corporate business training with her father and the finest schooling to be had did not anywhere prepare a young seventeen year old for the death of her family. Advice from a secret financial counselor and private investigator Soi Fon had hired had revealed she was the sole beneficiary to the most successful natural sweetener corporation this side east of Russia. Regretably the loss of her family hammered Soi Fon into the role of a skilled manager, but on the upside that same role had provided her with an outlet of distraction.

Legally she had been placed under the watch of Urahara Kisuke, but under further self-directed jurisdiction, opted to co-ed with Rukia Kuchiki to pursue a business degree and finish off her last non-legal year fooling around in college.

Soi Fon was small and quiet, but in no means was she shy.

Years of her family's duty taught her how to go after the things she desired, and the young girl found herself aided to maturity by willing women. Of course, it wasn't a smooth transition from being a sheltered girl driven by one purpose to a girl whose curfew wasn't even marked on the clock.

Nevertheless, the death of her whole family had left her alone, and Soi Fon sought solace in the arms of many. Curiously each and every one-night stand had remained just that. The blood within her demanded her to strike hard and efficiently, and though Soi Fon remained courteous when out for intimacy, she had always made her intentions clear.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

"You need to find yourself a hobby."

Steeled grey eyes narrowed on a troublesome smudge in the ledgers; was that a one or seven? Soi Fon was aware of the validity Rukia's advice held. Apart from independent women and work, she had nothing.

But if she didn't keep on top of work, she still had nothing. So work and women to distract from work it was. Financially Soi Fon had decades worth of careful life savings stored in various investments, but it was one's reputation which made a Fon a Fon.

Abroad the Americans had teased her of being a deer, too focused on being safe that when she came of age all callers would be out to get her, literally butting over her affections. Soi Fon snorted. As if. She didn't have any time for that.

"We've talked about this before."

Back to the topic at hand.

Rukia was small like her, and like her the dark-haired woman cared for the ones she loved deeply. Soi Fon was in that category, but sometimes she swore her housemate needed to focus more on her own life. Even though it had been four years and Soi Fon had gotten all basics she would need out of school, the future vet needed to accomplish another four.

"Yes, we've talked about this before and I know you've listened, but So, you don't even have a pet for crying out loud!" Ah. Soi Fon knew this was coming ahead of time. It always did.

"Yes, because if I did, even you know that I just don't have that kind of time for the quality love and excercise I'd have to invest!" Her eyes flashed, deciding the smudge was to be a one. Surprise breathing bills for the future were always nice. Rukia's understanding of their individual personal space would be nice as well.

When only the shuffling of papers continued to sound, Soi Fon looked up. Dark purple eyes blinked slowly at her, and Soi Fon didn't like the expression in them.

"You're twenty one years old, So. I don't know if you want a baby or not, or even a pet, but you are an intact, successful twenty one year old who is in the prime of her life. I know you already understand this, but having a pet takes a commitment. To love and care for, and it in return. But you know what? Having someone in your life who cares about you, for you, that's even something so much better."

In the middle of Rukia's sharings, the beginnings of anxious jitters had traveled into Soi Fon's arms. She'd folded them under her legs to try and keep from scratching, but it seemingly transferred to her legs, and throughout her body. By the time Rukia was through, it took all she could to keep from shaking.

"So? Are you okay?"

Apparently not.

Soi Fon cursed in her head, thinking such a drastic display of her body language didn't even merit itself important enough to make known that she was instinctively afraid of something. Damn it. Black crowded into her vision, and Rukia's arms wrapping about her shoulders to keep her from falling to the floor had Soi Fon trying to tell her housemate the cause.

She was scared.

She never wanted to be in love.

Preview -

[Rukia gives a get-well kitten, Yoruichi; Company is handled well and Soi Fon takes a break]

A/N [8/15/2013]: Going through personal hardship here. Distractions are meaningful, so fics~