Author's note: This fic was inspired by episode 246 of the anime. Hooray for fan service. Anyway, thanks to Soldier for giving this a quick read to make sure it's decent enough to post.
I posted this on BA a few days ago because I was thinking it was too short for this site. I hope people don't mind that I caved and posted it here anyway. It's just easier to consolidate my stuff in one place.
Disclaimer: You know Bleach isn't mine. Do I really have to keep saying it?
Leaving Together
When the fighting died down, Soifon tried to head towards her allies but faltered in her step, only to be caught by wrist by a smiling Yoruichi. "You fought hard," she said proudly. Then the princess gallantly swept Soifon off her feet and into her arms like a blushing bride, the red covering the poor woman from head to toe prodding her instead of deterring her.
"Yo-Yoruichi-sama!" Soifon squeaked softly.
"Shh, stop buzzing, my little bee," the Shihouin said gently, lowering her forehead to touch Soifon's, while she carried her petite frame slowly off towards the horizon. Even in the glaring orange light, the perceptive captain could tell that Yoruichi was red as well.
"B-but-" Soifon began to protest feebly.
"We don't have much time, and I really want to enjoy what little of it there is with you," the woman responded, her voice unbearably vulnerable in Soifon's ears. The young commander understood what she meant; she could feel it too—the weakness inside of her, along with Yoruichi's trembling. Almost instantly, she found herself giving in.
Arriving at a lush riverbank covered with assorted wildflowers, Yoruichi sat down heavily, bringing the slight body with her. Their faces now level, Yoruichi realized that she couldn't see anything beyond Soifon's face—didn't want to see anything beyond Soifon's face…
… not the burning ruins of the fake town before them, not Unohana-taichou's bankai busily reviving the Soutaichou, or Inoue-san frantically saving Ichigo's life.
Through her blurring vision, the dark-skinned woman brushed aside the blood that covered Soifon's cheek with the pad of her thumb before pulling her tightly to her own bleeding chest. The younger woman responded by pressing herself against Yoruichi's battered body, shivering.
"Y-Yoru-ichi-," she whispered, her breathing labored and her words halting. Despite the circumstances, the princess made to smile at finally being addressed familiarly when she felt her former subordinate's body seize up and go limp. Too soon, the Shihouin found herself clutching at nothing but air, Soifon's body sublimating into a sparkling yellow haze. But Yoruichi didn't even have time to grieve before her own golden eyes dulled. The beginnings of her shimmering tears instead dissolved into shimmering blue spirit particles that swirled and mingled with the Soifon's yellow until the remains of two souls were a verdant vapor.
For a single moment, they hung in the air, indistinguishable and inseparable. Then with a blow of the wind, Yoruichi was gone, but this time she had taken Soifon with her.
End