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1. So this one here is something of a sequel to 'Gotei 13: The YoruSoi Taskforce', although reading it isn't needed for you guys to be able to pick up on the story.
2. This will contain spoilers on the latter chapters! Especially those revolving around Yoruichi's relatives.
DISCLAIMER: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite.
ONCE AGAIN, BE WARNED. This fic involves people in Yoruichi's life whom you might have not encountered yet.
CHAPTER 1: PROLOGUE
"Taichou!" Kotetsu Kiyone, newly appointed Vice-Captain of the 8th Division under the leadership of the Goddess of Flash herself, Shihoin Yoruichi, dragged her feet along Seretei at ten o'clock in the morning. "TAAAICHOU!" She sighed, grumbling to herself. "I swear, of all the mornings she's decided to disappear, it's this one."
"Checked her quarters?"
"Yeah. She isn't there."
"Visiting Ukitake-taichou?"
"Nope."
"Aha! Then at this point, you know where she is. You just don't wanna intrude." Matsumoto giggled, poking at the younger girl's cheek. She came by to deliver joint reports from the 10th Division to the 8th, and upon discovering the younger Kotetsu confused and captainless, she eagerly jumped at the opportunity to play hide-and-seek.
"Hitsugaya-taichou might freeze over half of your office - again - if he finds you skipping work, Rangiku-san!" Kiyone accused back, ignoring the suggestive comment.
"I sent a hell butterfly telling him the 8th Division needed assistance on executive matters!"
"Like looking for taichou?" She drawled sarcastically.
"Yup!" The elder girl flashed a bubbly grin.
"With a bottle of sake?" Kiyone raised an eyebrow, pointing at the bottle Matsumoto wasn't even trying to hide in her sleeve.
"Yup!" She grinned even wider. "Besides, surely you don't want to do all this running around alone."
"You just wanted to escape the weekend office shift." The shorter girl sighed. "Well, there was never any stopping you. You think it's time to go and check at the 2nd Division?"
"Finally!"
"Soi-Fon taichou!" The low baritone of an Onmitsukido operative boomed from the other side of Soi-Fon's shoji door. "Kotetsu-fukutaichou of the 8th Division is here to have a word. She is accompanied by Matsumoto-fukutaichou of the 10th Division."
Soi-Fon groaned through heavy-lidded eyes, sitting herself up. "What do they want?" She yelled back.
"They're looking for Shihoin-taichou, sir!"
She sighed. "Alright, hold o-MMPH!" A dark hand plastered itself over Soi-Fon's mouth and she was suddenly pulled back down on her futon.
"Don't give me up to the bad guys, Soi..." Yoruichi whispered sleepily, faking a pout as she took Soi-Fon into her toned arms and held her. "Fight for meeeeee." She mumbled, on the verge of falling back asleep.
Soi-Fon only raised an eyebrow at her disheveled lover, but held onto her nonetheless. "You have work."
"It's Satuday... I don't want or have to." Yoruichi curled up, and Soi-Fon couldn't help but smile at the dark-skinned woman. She was snuggling up to Soi-Fon, refusing to leave the warmth of her body. Her naked form was covered by pristine, white sheets and her purple hair was strewn out all over her. It created a stark contrast of colors which she couldn't help but admire.
"Hm. Saturday? Then you better go, you scheduled the sparring match for prospective officers today." Soi-Fon brushed away stray purple strands to have a clearer view of her Yoruichi-sama's face.
"Wow. I'm amazed you remember my meetings."
"Someone has to, Yoruichi-sama."
"Taichou?" The man outside called out once more, slight concern tracing his voice. "Is everything alright?"
"Of course it is!" Soi-Fon barked, authority seeping into her voice like cold water. "Please tell Matsumoto-fukutaichou and Kotetsu-fukutaichou to wait in the office for a moment."
"Yes, sir!" Soi-Fon heard the man pound his chest in salute, noting with approval that her soldiers followed protocol even when she couldn't see them. Soi-Fon looked down to the bundle beside her. Yoruichi was already dozing off again, wrapped up in a mess of blankets.
"It's eight minutes past ten, Yoruichi-sama." She nudged the older woman.
"Shh. I can't hear you. I'm asleep." Yoruichi comically pulled the sheets over herself.
Soi-Fon allowed herself a soft smile as she tugged on the blankets. "You have to be dressed and at your division by 1130, sharp."
"Soi..." Yoruichi groaned. "I'm the Goddess of Flash. An hour and a half will be no problem. Besides," She cracked a Cheshire grin, peeking out a little. "I doubt you want me to get dressed anymore than I do."
"W-well..." Soi-Fon flushed red, and Yoruichi reached for her hand - she loved it when the young captain got like this. She dragged the smaller girl back under the sheets and slowly nudged the loose night yukata off her creamy shoulders. "I thought you were sleepy?" She raised an eyebrow.
Yoruichi, however, placed a lone, soft kiss on her shoulder. "I love you." The elder woman said, locking her amber eyes with Soi-Fon's iron ones and smiling. She really did love her. More than she ever thought she could.
"I love you too." Still, Soi-Fon raised an eyebrow. "So, what is it you want from me this time?"
Yoruichi grinned. "Thirty more minutes? Pleeeaase?"
"So you were just bribing me."
"You'd accept it." She winked.
Soi-Fon sighed, finding herself unable to say 'no'. It's not like she wanted her to go, either. "Fine. Just half an hour."
"This is how I know you love me!" Yoruichi's grin widened as she tackled the smaller girl and caught her in an embrace, which eventually settled into gentle cuddles. "Waking up next to you," Yoruichi purred against her bare shoulder while she wrapped her limbs around Soi-Fon. "...is something I could get used to." She recalled snippets of the previous night's passion while she idly traced shapes on pale, porcelain skin.
"The younger Kotetsu would thank me for getting you out of bed on time everything morning." Soi-Fon teased, easing into the embrace and running her fingers down purple locks.
"You wouldn't." Yoruichi made a face, appalled at the thought of early mornings.
"Try me."
"I just might." Yoruichi gave her a sly smile, trailing her fingers across Soi-Fon's bare stomach.
Soi-Fon bit her lip, fighting for composure at Yoruichi's touch. "Y-Yoruichi-sama," She cleared her throat, taking the elder woman's hand and entangling their fingers. "Your adjutant is waiting in my office."
"And you promised me thirty minutes."
"Yes well, thirty minutes is hardly enough time for-"
"Ha! Dirty little bee, whoever said that was what I was planning to do?" Yoruichi's grin widened as Soi-Fon went from pale to an interesting shade of red.
"Well I-Uh, you implied!"
"I guess I have to comply with your request, given that you so graciously gave me extra time to stay in bed." Yoruichi was purring by now, slowly climbing over Soi-Fon's petite form and managing to incorporate predatory want with loving gentleness. "Besides, I'm not so sure I've had enough of last night..."
Ah, last night.
Soi-Fon scrambled for an argument in her head while she squirmed underneath her lover's weight, but she quickly realized, shit, why the hell was she fighting back? She shut her eyes when she felt Yoruichi's lips brush along her neck, her breath teasing and warm. The young captain gave up on resistance and wrapped her arms around Yoruichi's neck, sighing into the contact.
"Mm, Soi..." Yoruichi whispered in between feather-light kisses. She held Soi-Fon in the most tender of ways, it was as if holding her too tight would break her - but at the same time, she couldn't hold tight enough.
But suddenly, knocking pulled the two apart. "Soi-Fon taichou!" The man's booming voice echoed through her door once again.
Soi-Fon growled and dropped her head in annoyance. "I thought my instructions were pretty clear!" She yelled, harsher than she probably should have. Yoruichi groaned and rolled off of her, deciding to wrap herself around the sheets in annoyance.
"There was an, er... incident at your office." She could hear the man's discomfort through his voice.
Soi-Fon took a deep breath. "Do I even want to know..." she mumbled to herself.
"Can't you just ignore it, little bee?" Yoruichi complained.
"Taichou?" The man called out once more, "Matsumoto-fukutaichou may have gotten Omaeda-fukutaichou drunk."
x-x-x
Moments later Kiyone stood up as Yoruichi entered - no, barged into - the 2nd Division Captain's office, her usual grin replaced by an irritable scowl. The piles of paperwork were in disarray, Soi-Fon's desk was not in its proper place and, somehow, the couch was knocked backwards.
"We've been looking for you all morning!"
"Maybe I didn't want to be found..." Yoruichi grumbled, arms crossed in a foul mood. Soi-Fon sauntered in behind her, looking slightly disheveled and very murderous. Kiyone decided it was best not to attempt eye contact and settled for a quick bow towards the younger captain.
"OMAEDA."
The pudgy man flinched despite his intoxication, knowing no amount of alcohol would numb out the events to follow. "T-taichou!" He chuckled nervously. "W-we were just uh... relaxshing a bits!"
"Hi, taichous~" A suspiciously red Matsumoto wobbled towards them. "Ya two have fun? *hick*" She winked. "I took the liberty of keeping your vice-captains company while we waited! *hick*"
Soi-Fon's vein throbbed. "GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON FOR YOU TO BE DRUNK RIGHT NOW?"
"Heh, heh. I can give you two!" Omaeda slurred out with a grin.
"I am going to maim you."
"But taichou-"
"Three second headstart. Run, and when I catch you, I will gouge you eyes out."
"MERCY!"
Yoruichi watched with annoyance as Omaeda tripped over himself, for what was probably the fifth time, in an attempt to get up and run. She turned and caught Kiyone's eye before crossing her arms in a scowl. "I do not like you right now."
Kiyone gulped as a wobbling Matsumoto slinked an arm around her. "But taichou, it's important!"
"Yes~ Like, so very!" Matsumoto burped.
"Matsumoto, shut up." Yoruichi's vein twitched. "The sparring matches aren't happening until more than hour later."
"No, no! Nee-san told me Unohana-taichou's asked to see you. It's urgent."
"Unohana?"
"Yup. And Nee-san said you should bring Soi-Fon taichou as well."
"Soi-Fon too?" There was a loud crash followed by a yelp. "Yeah... maybe we should bring Omaeda too. But did Isane mention why?"
"She doesn't know much, but, apparently something came up and it may have something to do with you." Kiyone gave her a worried look. "You're not sick are you, taichou?"
"Zombie outbreak!" Matsumoto suddenly screamed, before being knocked out by a punch from Kiyone.
"Wow," Yoruichi nodded with approval as Matsumoto slumped down the floor. "where'd you learn that?"
"Sentaro can be an idiot."
"We have quite the lively crowd here." Unohana smiled. "How unfortunate that asking for you to come over caused quite the ruckus."
Yoruichi realized, with much nervousness, that the 4th Division Captain had perfected the art of smiling. Her face was an unreadable mask of pleasantness - sometimes, she thought, that smile was enough to warm the coldest of hearts. Other times, it kind of just creeped the fuck out of her. She is wishing medical death upon me, Yoruichi continued to think to herself while she stood under the legendary matron's scrutiny. I swear it.
"For some reason, I kind of expected this..." Isane mumbled with a sigh as she had a medical team haul two drunk and injured vice-captains away. "Soi-Fon taichou, this is the second time this month that you've had to confine your lieutenant."
"Twice a month is not so bad."
"It's the first week."
"...it happens."
"Back to business," Yoruichi cleared her throat. "To what do we owe the honor, Unohana-taichou?"
"Ah." There was a sudden change in demeanor in the woman. "In my office, if you don't mind. This quite the sensitive topic."
Unohana lead them down a corridor and into a large, well-ventilated room.
"Before we begin, however, I need to confirm my suspicions. Shihoin-taichou, do you mind if I took a blood sample?"
Yoruichi shrugged. "Yeah, su-"
"Hold on!" Soi-Fon snapped up. "What's going on? Is something wrong with her?"
"Just a test, Soi-Fon-taichou." Unohana reassured her. "I will tell you everything after."
"W-well. Okay." Soi-Fon watched uncomfortably as Unohana held out her palm.
"Now, may I have your hand, Shihoin-taichou?"
Yoruichi held out her hand.
"Very good! Now, hold your breath because this might sting a bit. I'm just going to prick the tip of your ring finger."
"Seriously?" Yoruichi gave her an annoyed look. "I'll be fine."
"It's okay to be afraid of needles, Yoruichi-san."
"Soi-Fon's shikai is basically a poison-injecting needle."
"Exactly. This must remind of you lovers' spats."
"...well now that you've mentioned it."
"There we go." Unohana wrapped the finger up with yellow and black striped band-aid. "Now give me a few moments while I analyze the reishi particle make-up of your blood."
Yoruichi and Soi-Fon sat in silence as Unohana placed the droplet of blood into a test tube-like device which had a small screen. Immediately, the screend flickered on and showed foreign text in bright green words and 3D images of what they assumed was the structure of Yoruichi's reishi particles.
Unohana paused, raising an eyebrow. "Oh."
"What's wrong?" Soi-Fon demanded, high-strung as ever.
"I thought..."
"You thought what?!" The youngest captain leaned forward, but submitted to Yoruichi tugging her arm.
Unohana calmly set the device down on her desk and pulled a chair closer to the couple. "This is going to take some explaining."
"We're all ears." Yoruichi nodded. "Is something the matter?"
"Well... first of all let me explain a few things about medical kido. Healing spiritual beings is essential manipulating reiatsu and reishi into reconstructing our physical features." Unohana held out her hand, which began glowing light green. "The 'warmth' that people feel when being healed is a manifestation of the interaction between reiatsu and reishi particles." She set her hand softly on Soi-Fon's shoulder, and she felt a soft, fuzzy 'sizzle'.
And then she turned cherry-red. Of course Unohana would be able to sense a hickey.
"Being exposed to this phonomenon," Unohana continued, "healers are more attuned to the workings of the spiritual body. We notice discrepancies in the interaction between reiatsu and reishi particles. In this case, I have been feeling a subtle discrepancy in Yoruichi-san's reiatsu."
"What happened?" Yoruichi frowned. She's never heard of any shinigami falling terminally ill.
"Shinigami are essentially immortal, and falling ill is something that is very rare - Ukitate-taichou's illness is the byproduct of an event which is supernatural by even our standards. That being said, my fear was that your soul was re-structuring itself, much like how Shinigami are 'restructured' or turned into Hollows, or 'Visoreds' as we call them now."
"So I-"
"Upon discovering this," Unohana continued, ignoring the intteruption. "I immediately called for your attention to have your reishi particles analyzed, which I have just finihsed. My suspiciouns were proven wrong, but we found something else."
"Go on?"
"It's quite fascinating, really. I didn't expect that this could happen, but no one's really tri-"
"What exactly is it, Unohana-taichou?" Soi-Fon grolwed through gritted teeth, obviously fuming from impatience.
"Yoruichi-san's reishi particles are indeed restructuring themselves, however, this is something very different from hollowification. The inconsistencies I've felt from her reiatsu were merely manifestation of an anatomical event wherein-"
"Unohana-taichou?" Yoruichi snapped.
"Yes?"
"I don't know shit about what you're going on about - talk to Kisuke or Kurtosuchi or something, but can you just tell us straight up?"
"Right." Unohana paused. "Congratulations, you two."
The couple stared at her expectantly.
"You are to be parents." Unohana smiled.
"WHAT?!" The 2nd Division Captain's jaw dropped. She couldn't even find it in herself to sound mad, and Yoruichi looked every bit like a cat that jumped off a building too tall for it.
"I'm guessing you didn't expect this."
"WE'RE BOTH WOMEN." Yoruichi started pulling on her hair. "I'M PREGNANT?"
"Yes, well, human reproduction relied on the fertilization of the female egg by the male sperm. In Soul Society, reishi particles are the dominant matter. Reiatsu is the dominant energy. If reiatsu has the ability to manipulate reishi in healing, kido, zanpakuto abilities, and even in something as simple as Zaraki flaring his reiatsu and dissolving the ground around him, then it is perfectly believable that two forces of reiatsu as powerful as yours would be enough to cause impregnation in a spirit-body. In fact that is what likely happens to those who are born noble in Soul Society. Noble families are known for large amounts of reiatsu, allowing for them to reproduce - and you both hail from nobility."
"This is a bit... fast." Yoruichi tried to recover from the shock, but it was still all too much to process. Motherhood had not been in the game plan.
"H-How do you even know its... mine?" Soi-Fon stuttered out.
"Well, Yoruichi-san, have you been sleeping with anyone else?"
"No!"
"Then that's that." Unohana observed the two women and wasn't sure if she was feeling happy or a bit sorry for them. Deciding that she had done her part, and that now it was time for them to do theirs, she gracefully stood up and returned her chair to its proper place. "I will take my leave, if you don't mind. Feel free to stay in my office. I know you have much to discuss." And with that, she stepped out and closed her door behind her.
"Wow. I'm pregnant."
"Y-Yoruichi-sama..." Soi-Fon looked up, wearing an expression of uncertainty which Yoruichi hadn't seen in a century. She almost looked like a teenager again. "What are we going to do?"
"I have no idea." The Goddess of Flash admitted. "Like, zero."
"Mm."
"I can't handle kids. Yuushiro drove me crazy!"
"Well, your own child is a bit different from a younger brother, Yoruichi-sama."
"You're going to be a mom! Or... a dad? That's kinda funny."
"This is not the time to be joking." Soi-Fon frowned.
"Lighten up, Soi."
"You're pregnant."
"And it's stressing me out. So for god's sake, lighten up!" Yoruichi huffed. "We'll... figure this out."
"S-sorry."
"It's okay." Yoruichi sighed and took Soi-Fon's hand. "You aren't going to be some douchebag who'll leave the pregnant girlfriend are you?"
"I would never." Soi-Fon said, intertwining their fingers and catching Yoruichi's gaze.
"Then..." Yoruichi spoke softly, suddenly calm. As if the weight of the new responsibility suddenly bore down on her. "Then I'll be okay. We'll be okay."
Soi-Fon did the only thing she could at the moment: kiss her.
Matsumoto woke up in an infirmary bed with a throbbing head and an aching jaw. The first thing she noticed was a lump to her right. "Omaeda?"
"Nngh."
"You okay?"
"Everything hurts."
"Oooh! That's a nice butterfuly tattoo. It's so close to your eye though!"
"Firstly that's not a tattoo. Second, man, I know taichou's grumpy but she's never that cranky."
"Heh. Who knows? So was Shihoin-taichou. The two acted like we interrupted on them or someth- Oh. Oh my god."
"Did we..."
"Yes. We totally did."
Aaaaand I hope you like it! And I hope it isn't anything waaaay out of their character. Please leave a review if you enjoyed! Thanks. xx