A/N: Soi hates a lot of things.
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Of Cherry Blossoms
Soi Fon despised cherry blossoms.
She hated the sight, the smell…but mostly the memories and feelings they brought back.
She hated Yoruichi.
She hated the woman that had captured her heart, captured her trust, and just so suddenly disappeared with it all.
The woman that had left her as an empty shell for months.
She hated the woman that lay her head in her laps on a crisp spring night such as this one.
She hated the memory of the petals dancing on the light breeze as the older woman had guided her hands, showing her how to better swing her sword.
She hated knowing Yoruichi had returned, because the knowledge of it all left her feeling vulnerable to her own anger. To the shame she felt for breaking down into warm, angry tears before the very woman.
"Why didn't you take me with you..?"
Soi watched her sword cut through the brisk air as she swung it at her invisible opponent.
Yoruichi watched solemnly as Soi collapsed in tears before her. She didn't respond to the girl's pleads.
She jabbed her Zanpaktou into the earth, frustrated. She fell to her knees, her hand gripping tightly to the swords handle.
There was only one word to describe the feelings that reflected from Yoruichi's eyes and into her own.
Pity.
And she hated it.