A/N: It is I! Your favorite author~! Welcome to my newest story, one I am very excited for. This was my first hardcore ship after I entered the Bleach fandom and I hope this story I created reflects that. I'm pretty proud of the concept and everything so please leave thoughts! This opening chapter introduces the characters and such. Fluffy feels will be coming very soon, build up is key in ships~. The year 1998 is near and dear to my heart for some reason. I loved the late 90's, a lot of my favorite things about the 90's come from 1998. That includes a little brother~. I'm done rambling now so please enjoy.

Summary: "She's got you high and you don't even know yet.~" Soifon is a very troubled teen, her life seems to be going in an awful direction. This story recounts the events of the summer of 1998. The summer that Soifon's life started to turn around... At least it started to become a little less shitty.

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Friendship/Family/Humor/Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: SoifonღYoruichi

.oO Bloody Knuckle Oo.

Brightly colored blue flip flops cracking against the marble floor of the hallway was the signal. The signal for all of the other students to clear a path, which they did. Occasionally a new student didn't get the drift. The Demon of Karakura High would be quick to put those fools in their place, the other students would just watch. Mercy wasn't in her dictionary after all, she wouldn't forgive anyone stepping in. Even most of the teachers at the school knew better than to cross her.

The Demon of Karakura High was only a title given to her by classmates. The name of the girl in the blue flip flops was really Soifon, not that many people called her by her real name.

She was a thin girl, despite being so thin she had a few nice curves at the waist and a toned body. Not that many would know considering she chose to wear the boys school uniform. The uniform was black and was the norm when it came to Japanese boys school uniforms. What was more unusual other than a girl wearing it was who the girl wearing it was.

Soifon was an enigma, a jigsaw puzzle no one could figure out. A bandage covered a cut on her cheek, that was usually accompanied by one black eye. There was also blood stained bandages around her knuckles most days. She was a punk there was no doubt about that. Always searching for trouble, maybe trouble just found her. Either way it didn't change the fact that she was a strange person.

The girl had short dark hair that was just a few shades away from being completely black. A white and black school bag was thrown over her shoulder, bouncing with each step she took. Her light grey eyes giving the students she was passing a nasty glare.

Soifon was heading home now even though it was only lunch time. It wasn't like anyone would stop her, she had no friends, teachers were too scared of her to speak out. At least too afraid to confront her directly. Most teachers had no problem running around her back to go snitch to the old man.

Much to her surprise however she came across someone blocking her path just outside. One of her narrow eyebrows arched looking over the boy carefully, this wasn't the first time he had confronted her. He had some guts at the very least, he could take a pounding.

"Soifon." He was also one of the very few people who had the guts to speak to her. Using her name too, ballsy.

"Kurosaki." Soifon acknowledged him walking down the front steps until she was standing in from of him. Ichigo Kurosaki was wearing the same school uniform as she was, they were both first years. Being in the same year it was only natural they got into a few scuffles. Though they were usually no fun since Kurosaki refused to throw a punch. He managed to land a good shot on her in their last encounter that resulted in her current black eye.

"Listen..." Ichigo started trying to find the right words. He realized he better start talking quickly, the impatient look on Soifon's face wasn't a good sign. "About the other day. I didn't mean to- I mean I swung out of instinct."

"I was beating the piss out of you. You had every right to swing." Soifon growled growing irritated with him. "I've had enough of that chivalrous bullshit."

"I'm not into hitting girls." Ichigo hissed back obviously become frustrated with her stubborn attitude. "So just leave it."

"Not a chance." She took a step forward getting into Ichigo's personal space. Her eyes narrowing threateningly. The two of them did this often, Ichigo was the other punk of Karakura Highschool, that made them rivals of sorts. The last time they got into an argument it resulted in a brief brawl that was over a spot in a lunch line. Despite being so serious that didn't make her mature like many would assume.

"I'm telling you to stop, Soifon." Ichigo warned once more. "I've had enough of this- What are you looking at?!" Ichigo shot a look over at the front door of the school. The crowd that was beginning to form scattered when they were found out. It seems the fights between the demon and the strawberry could still draw in an audience.

"Move out of my way, Kurosaki." Soifon muttered then refusing to meet his eyes. She was sick of him trying to be decent, that just didn't sit well with her.

"I'm trying to apologize here." Ichigo tried to get his point across again without her sidetracking him.

"Don't apologize to me." Her fists clenched at her sides while her stare remained pointing at the ground. "Don't ever apologize to me, Kurosaki." With that she brushed past her roughly bumping his shoulder with hers. He wasn't any fun for her today so there wasn't any reason to stick around.

"Wait! I'm not done!" Ichigo called after her only to be ignored. "Someone was looking for you today! Some transfer student I think!"

Soifon stopped for a moment hearing what he said. Someone looking for her? It wasn't too uncommon, she was one of the most notorious highschool students in town. Maybe someone she embarrassed was out to get her again. But an transfer student... A possibility crossed her mind that made her heart skip a beat, she quickly dismissed the thought. She couldn't even accept that as a possibility.

Soifon was on her way home trying to forget about her conversation with Ichigo when another disturbance threatened to ruin her day. It came in the form of a big teenager that looked like a full blown yakuza member. He looked mean, really he was just a big softy, not her type at all.

"Soifon!"

A loud overbearing voice was all too familiar to the thin girl. His name was Marechiyo Yoshiayamenosuke Nikkōtarōemon Omeada, a first year at Karakura High like her. He looked tough enough to get away with scaring all the other first years with the exception of a handful like herself and Kurosaki. Omeada certainly fit the mold as your average street punk at least in the looks department.

She could only assume he was skipping school since he was so far from it. Just her luck running into him on her way home. For some strange reason Omeada had taken a liking to Soifon, admiration maybe. Whatever he felt was unwanted by her, she had no need for a friend like him.

"Omeada." Soifon looked over at the boy running over to her. He was met with a knee in the gut for a greeting. Sure, he was a softy but he always took her beatings in stride. It pissed her off... "Afternoon."

""A-After-.. noon.." Omeada managed to choke out while gasping for air. He was cradling his sore stomach while continuing to walk beside her.

"I was just heading home so just go back to whatever you were doing." Soifon told the bigger male simply. She was in a pretty foul mood now, especially after being patronized by Ichigo.

"Let's hangout." Omeada suggested still trying to collect oxygen for his lungs. "I can be your right hand man, that offer is still on the table." Uh, yes. Omeada had kept approaching her about putting together a 'crew'. Most rebellious highschool kids ran around in packs, Soifon found the concept cowardly.

"Bother me with your dribble later, Omeada." Soifon told the boy before putting her agile body to good use. She hopped up onto a trash can before leaping over a stone wall to escape Omeada's endless nonsense. She heard the big idiot making a ruckus on the other side trying to get over the wall. Once she heard the trash can making a crashing sound she knew he was too clumsy to follow her.

From there it was a short walk to her home. It was a decent sized place by Japan's standards, very old fashioned as well. The girl opened the front door trying to make as little noise as possible. She kicked off her flip flops before moving into the house muttering 'I'm home' under her breath.

Slowly she made her way to the living room, without fail he was there. Smoking out of his pipe while sitting on the couch watching some news on the television. Holding her breath she tried to walk past the room, that wouldn't happen though.

"I didn't hear you come in." Shigekuni Yamamoto said out loud in a calm tone. That old man was her guardian, he had been for so long now. He was the one person in the world that could keep Soifon under control. Well, at least when they were in the same room. "I may not be able to hear you come in anymore. But, I'm not senile enough for you to just walk right past me."

"Why did you stop me?" Soifon asked just wanting to go to her room and avoid another lecture.

"Shouldn't you be in school?" Her guardian asked turning his gaze over at the doorway she was standing in. Soifon bit her lip trying to keep her face completely blank, she didn't want him to read her like a book. He usually could, dammit that got on her nerves.

"I feel ill." Soifon lied blatantly.

"You've been ill so much lately." Yamamoto pointed out taking another puffed from his pipe. "Perhaps I should take you to a doctor... Mysterious bruises keep appearing on your face as well. Is that apart of this illness?"

"Who knows..." Soifon retorted starting to feel bitter all over again. She just wanted to be alone, what was with today? People were just bothering her nonstop, where were they all when she wanted company? That ship had already sailed now.

"Could it be the martial arts I taught you is being put to poor use?" Yamamoto continued as calmly as he had begun. Even though his voice was so steady and cool Soifon felt like he was grilling her.

"What do you care?" Soifon looked away from him, she couldn't look him in the eyes. Not now.

"You'll never find happiness with sorrow in your fists, Soifon." She clenched her fist hearing that... What the fuck did that even mean? Was that suppose to be a riddle or a line from a poem. It was just nonsense to her, nonsense she didn't need to think hard about. "Oh yes... I forgot. Old age must be getting to me. We have a guest."

Soifon managed to glance over at him when he said that, her eyes froze up. What Kurosaki had said to her today made sense to her in that moment. The possibility she didn't want to accept. Then it was what she feared after all, Soifon looked down the hall behind her. There she saw a flash of purple as a person exited the kitchen.

"Your sister student is here."

"Sup, Soifon.~"

The thin girl turned on her heels running for the front door, she had to get away from her. Soifon refused to see her, not after so long. She wasn't ready for this yet, she might never be. Soifon grabbed her flip flops before sprinting out the door and down the street. Where was she going?

Anywhere but there.

.oO1Oo.

All of the eyes on that street were turning toward her it wasn't at all unexpected. After all it wasn't often that an exotic beauty was caught walking through a small place like Karakura Town. Purple hair, stunning golden eyes, ebony skin, breathtaking body. Her name was Yoruichi Shihōin, this was her first time back in Karakura town in three years.

She had been overseas studying abroad on a big scholarship, the big city was fun. But ultimately it turned into a bore, Yoruichi enjoyed the simple yet entertaining place where she spent the majority of her youth more.

She came from the wealthy Shihōin family, with parents like that it was no wonder she was neglected. She spent her early life locked away in this corner of a foreign country. A family friend had basically raised her, she honestly thought of that family friend as more of a parent than her real ones. Which why it came as no surprise that they stopped talking to her once she announced she'd be giving up that big scholarship.

That didn't bother her much, after all it wasn't like they talked much anyway. Now that she was back in Japan that close family friend had once again opened up his home to her. That old man looked like a scary bastard, in reality he was the most kind hearted person she'd ever known. Yoruichi wasn't the first person he'd opened up his home too, nor would she be the last.

She entered the highschool to make sure everything was in order for her to start the following week. There she was able to see one of the other children old man Yama once took into his home. She smiled brightly recognizing him.

"Shunsui! How is it hanging?" She asked cheerfully strutting over to the man.

"Yoruichi?" He asked unsure at first, though that unique look of hers was proof enough of her identity. The man grinned rubbing the nape of his neck as she approached. "You really shouldn't be so formal with me in school. I'm a teacher." He chuckled before giving her a wink. "It's nice to see you though."

"Still the same old pervert I see, Shun- Oh. I mean Kyōraku-sensei.~"

"You are going to get me in trouble, Yoruichi." Shunsui whined pouting his lips.

"Kyōraku-sensei!" A new voice cut into their conversation, Yoruichi turned to see a strange boy. It wasn't everyday you saw a Japanese boy with hair the color of a berry. What made him stranger was the bruises he wore on his face, they were familiar somehow. "Can I do my make-up exam another time?" The boy asked once he was in front of the teacher.

"Kurosaki-kun!" Shunsui greeted the boy happily giving him a big pat on the back. "How nice of you to show up at just the right time." The Kurosaki boy seemed confused by his teacher's words before he directed his attention to the girl beside them. "This is Yoruichi Shihōin, a transfer student. She'll be a third year here at Karakura High."

"Howdy, berry-boy." Yoruichi waved with a smirk curving her full lips. With that Ichigo was asked to show his upperclassmen around, a subtle punishment for him ditching a make-up exam. Oh, Shunsui could be cruel at times, especially sticking a poor first year with her of all people.

After what she thought was an appropriate amount of hazing and sexual harassment Yoruichi finally asked a serious question.

"Say do you know anyone named Soifon?" Yoruichi's bright eyes watched him carefully, she saw him pause for a long moment. So that is why those bruises on his face looked so familiar. Her smirk grew in size upon that little realization. "Who looks worst you or, her?"

"To tell you the truth Shihōin-"

"I won't accept that." Yoruichi cut him off clicking her tongue and wagging a long finger at him. She was amused by his reaction, she could practically see the vein in his temple pulse like some sort of anime character. Yes, Yoruichi could see why Soifon played with this one. "Just call me, senpai."

"To tell you the truth," Ichigo continued trying not to sound annoyed with the older girl. "I punched her by accident the other day, senpai."

Ichigo was bewildered when the girl beside him starting laughing out loud. She was laughing so hard she was grabbing at her stomach, Ichigo all of a sudden wasn't sure if his senpai was sane. What was so funny about him punching a girl? After Yoruichi laughing fit calmed down she wiped a tear from her eye before speaking.

"You actually landed a punch on Soifon? And by accident no less." The ebony girl giggled a bit again at the thought of it. "You must be one hell of natural then, unless you trained under someone."

"I took a few classes with my friend Tatsuki when I was little but that was years ago." Ichigo admitted with a shrug still not understanding what the big joke was about.

"Do me a favor, berry-boy." Yoruichi turned to the first year with a smile still on her face. "If you see her, tell her I am looking for her."

.oO2Oo.

"Soifon!?"

Why? That was all that was going through Yoruichi's head, Soifon had just bolted out of the house like she'd seen a ghost. Was Yoruichi stupid for expecting a warmer welcome? Things somehow seemed different than before... The old man had a white beard, the school was full of new students, the house was messier than she remembered. But the most striking difference...

Where had that cute little girl she'd known gone?

.oO Anywhere But Here Oo.