A/N: This story was spawned by discussion on Bleach Asylum's Yoruichi x Soifon Fan Club board about the inequality that exists in their relationship.
Just what would it take for them to have an equal relationship given their respective past together?
It sort of an experimental character piece focusing on Soifon's issues and hopefully some of Yoruichi's too.
Probably mostly going to be about their friendship, but there is the possibility of a future romantic relationship in there to, so fair warning for possible future girlxgirl romantic themes.
Soifon-centric obviously, with lots of Yoruichi and probably Urahara in there too.
Warnings: Swearing, violence, possible shoujo-ai and yuri themes in the future.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach and all its related characters. This was done solely for its entertainment value and its intended purpose is harmless character exploration and examination. No profit is being made from this work nor will it ever be.
You could be a thousand times more powerful than her but in your own mind you can never win.
You have built her up to be an unbeatable Goddess and by doing so you have lost this fight before it began.
No matter what you say or how you boast about your newly gained power and position, the situation is still the same.
The imbalance between the two of you still exists.
You strike out, decorating her skin with black ink and ribbons of crimson.
But every victory, every hit you score against her feels as if you are only stabbing yourself.
You weaken while she continues unaffected, as if it is you who is covered from head to toe in Suzumebachi's homonka.
Why does it hurt to inflict pain on the one person you can never forgive, the one person you truly hate?
Unless it isn't true.
That can't be right…
Are you lying to yourself again, little Shaolin?
Rage can only take you so far and it's starting to fade into the familiar burn of self-loathing and abandonment.
If you weren't good enough to protect her, how can you possibly hope to defeat her?
Do you really need to?
Yes!
Why? It will not make things the way they were. Nothing can make things the way they were.
But..
But if that was true, why were you still losing this fight, just like you would have another life time ago?
In the end, she is still humouring you, toying with you, confirming that not once in the one hundred years that have passed did you ever escape her grasp or elude the control she mercilessly exerted over you.
She merely needs to raise her hand and you falter.
You fall without fanfare to your rightful place at her feet, the dirt clenched tightly between your fingers.
You are unequal, unworthy and your very presence should be abhorrent to her existence.
Any second now she will strike you down as you so rightly deserve.
So why are you so happy?