Chapter 2- A Few More Minutes.

"Speech."

'Thoughts.'

"Past Speech."

"Echoing Speech."

'Echoing Thoughts.'

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters.

Hello again, this is ForPain speaking, and I would like to introduce the second chapter of my fanfiction, but before you get to reading, please take your time to read this forenote. First of all, an urgent matter- I have been experiencing technical problems with the Fanfiction Document Manager which causes multiple exclaimation marks (!) to turn into one. As such, in the previous chapters, quotes which should've sounded loud and powerful such as Soi-Fon's roars were only accompanied by a single mark, severely reducing the vocal experience into something that it shouldn't have been. I would just want to say- as long as this problem persist, speech in the form of CAPSLOCK will be LOUD and accompanied by two exclamation marks which are divided by SPACE.

Furthermore, this chapter will reveal some clarity regarding the "reconcilation" Yoruichi and Soi-Fon had after their battle, as again- in the Anime and Manga it didn't appear at all. Until the Fixing Point, you can consider those chapters as a...um...maybe a different perspective to what was going on Yoruichi's and Soi-Fon's side before they appeared on Soukyoku Hill.

Anyways, I will not spoil your reading experience any further. Enjoy the chapter and I will meet you again at the end of this web page!

The mortifying wail Soi-Fon released, which embarked the beginning of her discharge, was only one of many which soon followed suit. Yoruichi found her smile subduing into a snarl, equal to that of the trembling, sobbing bee held tightly in her embrace. Her resistance soon evaporated as well, and Yoruichi found herself leaning against one of the wrecked, massive tree-trunks that survived their struggle.

Soi-Fon was at her side, her face burrowed deeply into her crying goddess' neck, her arms squeezing down around her waist. She could feel her, she could feel Yoruichi's skin, the skin she has yearned and begged to feel again, the skin that haunted her in her weakest moments.

It was real, and she knew it as the Captain of the Second Division, the cold, heartless, commander, sobbed and wept her suffering down into Yoruichi's body. Her body convulsed with each wail, with each sob. Her weak, quaking hands clung into Yoruichi's back, her fingernails digging into her skin, sinking in the soothing feeling that her goddess gave her, allowing her to pour down and cry to no end.

She occasionally opened her eyes in sudden panic, drifting away from the sensation by the sorrow tearing through her body, only to end up gazing at the brown, mocha-colored skin of Yoruichi's body. She had long since realized it was real, but as it was reaffirmed to her by her eyesight, which now matched her dreams and imagination, linking the two together, forcing her to discharge another wave of heartbreaking wails.

Yet the shade of doubt still lingered in her fragmented psyche, the lack of belief, forcing her to sob out Yoruichi's name, along with the appropriate honorific suffix, which was used so frequently by her in her younger years to refer to her master that it transcribed into an extension of her alias.

Her mind could still not process the fact when this time, unlike so many previous ones, the warmth from Yoruichi's embrace actually responded to her agonizing pleas, tightening and soothing down her suffering like only she knew how, comforting her, warming her, holding her tight.

One hundred…it is a very decent number, often used to specify perfection, completion, an iconic symbol in so many terms. When thinking about one hundred years, some would be overwhelmed by the connotation of time consumption.

One hundred years was a long time.

When divided into days- sixty six thousand and five hundred, to be precise, the impact is so much bigger. For Shinigami, however, another century was all but a milestone, a daily part of life, sometimes commemorated by an event of some sort like a celebration or even a festival when referring to rather important beings like the Sotaichou of the Gotei Thirteen- Yamamoto Genryusai.

When those days are taken and divided into hours- eight hundred and seventy six thousand, to be precise, the resulting impacts are suddenly not so brightening. It then seems like such a vast era, the sheer amount of numbers, when multiplying and increasing so vigorously, affects the time perception of a Shinigami's mind.

They would rather not think of it as hours, but as years...and who can blame them?

But now...Yoruichi was not one of said people. She had once again made the mistake of trying to ponder how each and every hour must've felt for her little bee, who was once so innocent and happy, who was once abandoned by her mentor, thrown away like trash so ruthlessly, so coldly. If for her, those one hundred years of seperation were cold and blank from the amount of remorse in her heart...Yoruichi did not even want to imagine what her own suffering would become when compared with Soi-Fon's.

"Yoruichi…sama…"

And every time she sobbed her name, Yoruichi's broken heart burned with that same remorse, her own breakdown being one of pure, self-directed agony. She could feel it tearing up her soul, even with all the wounds Soi-Fon's breakdown inflicted, tormenting and wrecking her apart, punishing her, revealing to her the consequences of her actions.

Yet this inhuman, unforgiving torture made her happy, made her satisfied, knowing that she very much deserved being torn apart. She was content, holding her little bee's body so tightly and tenderly against hers, delighting in her warmth, in her intoxicating scent, in her smooth hair, in the reinforced resolve that surfaced up the roaring storm engulfing her, forcing her to stand in the middle of it with Soi-Fon, bathing in the serene peace and the shimmering light from above.

"Soi-Fon…" She sobbed, the grief and sorrow in her voice almost in par with her bee, muffled by her raven locks, which were constantly caressed by her. She cannot help but melt while speaking her name, Soi-Fon's constant crying only strengthening in response. Speaking her little bee's name, after all these years, with a voice she never thought she would hear again, sent warm shivers tingling through Yoruichi's fibers.

There was no need for any insignificant words, not any longer. No need for apologizes, of reconciliation, of speeches carved with sorrow and remorse. They spoke with their sobs, demonstrated with their bodies, and the sound of their names, to remind each other that it was not a dream, not an illusion, was the only thing necessary.

And yet Yoruichi felt it wasn't enough, feeling her heart suddenly aching in her chest, the severe wounds carved into her by the breakdown forcing her body to tense, forcing her mouth to start sobbing apologies into her hair. They're muffled, barely understandable, to anyone who would be listening but her.

The massive clearing, which used to be whole and unscathed before their battle, stood in silence, not daring to interrupt such a heartfelt reunion, such a heartbreaking confession, such a cherished, precious moment in the lives of the two women, who were trying to flee from their own truth for decad

es.

The wind all but whispered against Soi-Fon's body, caressing her shoulders and her upper back along with Yoruichi's hand. Suddenly, the light of the sun radiating above them became so soothing and welcoming, trailing down their figures to cleanse away the dark, depressing traces of the trauma.

Yoruichi tensed, feeling Soi-Fon's hands trailing up her skin, so clumsily, so stressfully, and she was shocked that her bee had enough self-awareness left to control her body to such an extent. Her slender, exhausted fingers left glowing, inner trails of warmth which chorused through her nerves.

"Yoruichi…sama…" Soi-Fon sobbed once again, her silent sobs, which were suddenly filled with more than just crumbled despair and torment, causing Yoruichi to jolt her eyes out of Soi-Fon's hair strands. Her golden irises were nearly red, bloodshot from the amount of tears she didn't know she had been crying. Her eyes widened completely when Soi-Fon's hands ended up perched on her shoulder blades from behind, clinging to her, clutching down her skin in desperation. "I…I…missed…you…"

Yoruichi closed her eyes shut, feeling her heart squeezing once again, feeling even more tears piling up in the corner of her eyes. Her own sobs increased in strength, knowing that her little bee was truly aware now, that everything was going to be alright from this point on. And as Soi-Fon exerted an effort which originated from a powerful surge, dragged up her shaking legs, allowing her to fold them so she could get into a more comfortable position in which she could continue her weep.

"Yoruichi-sama…"

She could feel herself slipping away, burying her eyes back into Soi-Fon's hair, crying into it as much as she let herself, unable to keep up with the heavy guilt eating through her with every single sob that the petite captain emitted, so happy and despaired to hear her after a whole century. She was overwhelmed so quickly and effortlessly

"I'm…I'm sorry…" She replied, her voice identical to hers, begging, pleading, weeping. Everything else no longer held any significance to her, she had long since stopped caring where they were, or how they had gotten there. She had long since stopped caring about everything she had been through, her own personal struggles against her emotions, her own pain, her own torment. It all left her, dissipated completely, only traces of glittering sparkles settling into the blurred, growing serenity inside her.

All she could see infront of her was this woman, all she could hear now was her sobs, and everything else no longer held significance to her. She could feel it then- their bond, the bond that was abruptly demolished so long ago, a broken, old bridge which still stretched out between them, waiting for its imminent reconstruction, to remind her that her bee's devotion and worship wasn't just a one-sided blindness.

It was mutual.

"Soi-Fon…Soi-Fon…"

This bond was mutual.

She could dwell on the sensation of the void in her heart filling up, the same hollow space that was created so many years ago, the void which once occupied most of her heart, the long-forgotten part of her which chose to remain with Soi-Fon.

It was painful, it was torture. It punished her and wrecked her apart as it plunged into the depths of her void, occupying it until there was no further room, pouring down into her from the body of her beloved. Her eyes widening with every last droplet of her essence, a feeling so forgotten and neglected that it was almost foreign to her- the feeling of being herself…of being fulfilled…of being whole…

Of being filled with love- love that only her bee could provide.

"Net of black and white,"

And just as it came, that feeling faded away into nothing but dormant trembles, causing Yoruichi to jolt up in horror and widen her eyes once again. Her tears ceased their arrival, instead just settling down in her eyelids, and the Flash Goddess realized she could no longer cry.

"Twenty-two bridges,"

She felt the turmoil inside her quelling, subduing, dissipating away as a foreign voice echoed through her being. It imprisoned and pressured back on her open wounds, forcing her heartbeats back into normal pace. Her senses, which were previously so dull and clouded, were swiftly honed and sharpened. Her bee's scent no longer intoxicated her mind, which was no longer broken.

And in the middle of it all, she found out her bee's sobbing ceased as well.

"Sixty-six vestments,"

'No…no!' Yoruichi thought frantically, panicking, her body's quaking intensifying. She could hear her thoughts again and initiate them at will. The flood of emotions in which she sank in no longer drowned her, and her eyesight was pure, clear.

"Footprints, Distant thunder,"

She could see Soi-Fon's face slowly parting from her chest, her own body firm and reinforced. So suddenly, out of nowhere, their pouring emotions restrained and imprisoned by an outer force. And when her own horrified, golden irises locked with Soi-Fon's confused, shocked silver oceans, and she could stare into them without bringing any more tears, gaze at her reflecting expression, which was just as terrified and bewildered, the dreadful realization tore her apart.

The connection, the emotional and mental interlock between their souls, between their hearts, was brutally severed and destroyed.

"Mountain peaks, spinning ground, night crouching,"

She could see the anguish and suffering in Soi-Fon's eyes as every fiber of her being yearned and screamed, begging to break down, unable to endure. Her collapse was restrain, was nullified, was put down out of nowhere- so easily, so swiftly, so ruthlessly.

She could see her now, she could see Yoruichi's face, the face of the goddess that was hugging her for so long, and when no emotions came out of her, her body started to choke and convulse. She was disgusted, disbelieved that her body did not react to Yoruichi's shattered eyes in the slightest. She was confused, she was ashamed.

"Yoruichi-sama…" And she could speak on her own will, to hear her own voice, so different, so sane, so normal and calm. Her voice, though hoarse, held no trace of emotions, and she felt none of them poured down the moment she spoke. "I…I…"

"Cloudy sea,"

"I'm sorry…"

"Blue ranks,"

Yoruichi's hand pressed to the back of Soi-Fon's head, clutching down her hair, grateful that she could at least delight on the feeling of her body. She closed her eyes, laying her head to rest against the tree's trunk, pressing Soi-Fon's shocked face tenderly against her neck, where it was burrowed so deeply for what seemed like another century.

"Everything will be fine…" She assured, caressing Soi-Fon's hair, her voice equally composed. Soi-Fon could feel her heart erupting constantly, only to be clenched down and engulfed with massive weight, forcing down her emotions even before they attempted to surface. This feeling was agonizing, and what broke Yoruichi even further was that neither of them could express it.

Her bee's hands parted from her upper back, drifting away from Yoruichi's body, causing her to mentally wince at the physical separation. Yet before she managed to dwell on it, her hands were resting against her shoulders from the front, her forelimbs held out on her sides.

"Yoruichi-sama…what is…happening?"

"Fill the great circle and dash across the heavens!"

Yoruichi chuckled ironically, caressing Soi-Fon's hair as her student attempted to digest the sudden repression. She could not believe the new, cold cracks that she felt forming within her body, at the worst time possible, the worst moment possible. She resented it, resented that sensation with her whole existence.

With her conclusion, Yoruichi opened her mouth to answer her bee's panicking, hoarse question, knowing that she'll forever despise whoever found it necessary to use such an abomination exactly when she and her right-hand were so content and happy.

"Bakudo Number Seventy Seven-"

"Tenteikura!"

Unlike Yoruichi, who had already known what to expect, Soi-Fon's body violently stiffened, her widened eyes trembling as she felt her soul opening up, a strange void vaccinating in her mind. She felt ascension, she felt like she was floating amidst a null zone. Her body could identify a presence, someone behind her, infront of her, everywhere. Yoruichi's touch and the feeling of her body were merely echoing, faint shivers at the moment.

She felt paralyzed, confused, restrained.

"To the Gotei Thirteen, all Taichou, Fukutaichou, and acting Fukutaichou, and Ryoka lady and gentlemen, this is the Fourth Division Fukutaichou- Kotetsu Isane."

Yoruichi smirked inwardly- at least the target identified itself shamelessly, a traditional form of apology when one uses this technique. Tenteikura- an emergency, elite-class Bakudo which forbidden and prohibited from initiating unless a grave calamity has occurred, a calamity that puts many lives at risk. It was originally created by the Research and Development Division, under the sole leadership of Urahara Kisuke, who once deemed it to be one of his most unmoral creations.

This Kido, as she painfully recalled, seals in and numbs down the soul itself, binding it mercilessly with spiritual chains to the practitioner of the technique, confiscating emotions and quelling down the entire psyche. It was the most horrifying Bakudo- the only one to seal the soul and the heart rather than the body, imprisoning the targets for the duration in order to attain their focused, undivided attention. That was necessary so the practitioner could deliver valuable, necessary, and frequently traumatizing information and make sure it is relayed to the other side successfully.

Nothing could stand in its path, as rather than struggling against the willpower and emotions of the receiver, the Tenteikura merely nullified them. The victim could not even think about resisting the technique, as the desire to do so can never exist under its influence.

"This is urgent,"

This has better be.

"This is an urgent message from Fourth Division's Taichou Unohana Retsu and myself, Kotetsu Isane. What I am about to tell you…is all true!" The resonance in Yoruichi's conscience insisted. Yoruichi found out something was amiss- why is she pleading about the sincerity of her announcement? But before she could think of an answer everything around her blacked out, her mind separating from her body completely, her senses blinded and numb.

"The Fifth Division's Taichou, Sosuke Aizen, did not fall in battle, and still lives."

Isane's voice was no longer heard, but rather replaced Yoruichi's thoughts, assuming complete control over her psyche, reverberating through her being. There was no reaction to her otherwise-shocking words, none that Yoruichi was able to perform while her message is being relayed.

"His counterfeited corpse was discovered to be decoy created by Kyoka Suigetsu, Aizen-taichou's Zanpakuto. He had been concealing his whereabouts, but was unveiled by Hitsugaya-taichou and Hinamori-fukutaichou, who were both located in Central Forty Six, severely wounded. The inhabitants of Central Forty Six…were found massacred inside the Underground Assembly Hall. Ichimaru Gin, Taichou of the Third Division, is accused of providing assistance, and both Taichou are hereby declared traitors based on procedures seventy five and thirty two- deceiving and inflicting grievous injury to fellow Shinigami, and suspected of using physical force against Central Forty Six. They are to be restrained and executed upon sight. The current coordinates of their location is Sokyoku Hill."

Soi-Fon could feel her numb body descending, noticing her own weight returning to her. The clutch on her existence softened, and she could once again feel her heart beat, though the only thing she was aware of currently.

"Please…stop them."

Yoruichi jolted up with a loud gasp, her body convulsing heavily as the presence in her mind faded away into dead silence. Her body was still numb, her still blurred, yet her mind was focused and awake of her surroundings once again. She could no longer feel Soi-Fon's body against hers, Soi-Fon's face burrowed in her neck becoming nothing more than a physical trace, causing her eyes to widen in disbelief, purging the blankness from her expression and filling it with life.

She shot up from her sprawled, pooled sitting position against the same, massive tree's trunk, feeling the world around her spinning as her own weight was put on her legs. It felt like an eternity since she stood up.

'Two minutes.'

She could feel her eyesight clearing up, her senses returning to their rightful owner, finally able to make out the image of Soi-Fon, clumsily walking away from her. Her back was turned to the Flash Goddess, and her legs trembled with each step, obviously having the same difficulty as her mentor.

She began counting…immediately.

"Soi-Fon!" Yoruichi called professionally, her eyes narrowing back into a very distinctive, serious demeanor. Her voice held no trace of the powerful, sheer collapse she had until the Tenteikura was initiated, yet she didn't seem to pay that any notice. She stepped towards her bee in a slightly faster rhythm, pushing aside the sickening daze scattering through her muscles at the sudden exertion, determined to stop her at any cost. "Wait!"

Soi-Fon's body froze in place, coming to a complete, immediate stop which resembled a temporary stasis. She turned around halfway barely a second afterwards, her muscles still showing signs of strain as she faced Yoruichi. The expression on her face still held the small glints of shock at Isane's message, but nevertheless- it was firm, professional and determined.

"Yoruichi-sama,"

She still spoke her name in the same manner she had until one hundred years ago, when the two of them were still by each other's side, happy and content, relieving Yoruichi's beyond comprehension as her words tenderly soothed down her ears. Her voice, however, belated that sensation, and Yoruichi couldn't help from noticing how detached and impassive it was compared to what it used to be, when it was still her voice.

Oh, what a ruthless, inhuman abomination Urahara has created.

'One minute.'

"You've heard it as well, didn't you?" Soi-Fon inquired roughly, her voice scolding and urgent. Her blank expression was slowly molded into a frown, her eyes locked with Yoruichi's as she approached her. "We must capture those pathetic, incompetent traitors before they cause any further har-"

Soi-Fon's desperate voice broke off when Yoruichi tenderly grabbed her left hand, holding it softly in hers, standing infront of her. Her eyes widened in surprise, alarmed at Yoruichi's sudden reaction. "Y-Yoruichi-sama?" She stuttered quizzically, confused, yet received no answer as her mentor gently tugged on her palm, tangling their fingers together. The petite captain's mouth was left hanging, surprised that such such a small amount of effort was all required to pull her completely towards Yoruichi's body, her own being softening the collision between the two.

And before she was aware of what Yoruichi had done, the Goddess' arms were again wrapped around her small features in the same warm, loving cuddle, one hand placed against her tensed, upper back while the other entangled itself into her raven hair.

Despite how stiff and stressful she felt, Soi-Fon's body was like clay under Yoruichi's grasp, molding and shaping it with such ease and tenderness. She felt like a puppet, an invaluable, gorgeous mannequin, holding no resistance whatsoever despite how reluctant and objecting her expression was. Her body could not allow itself to resist Yoruichi's touch.

'Fifty seconds.'

Soi-Fon found her face back against Yoruichi's collarbone, their bodies pressed together, the same traces of warmth evaporating to make way for the blissful heat radiating from her goddess' embrace. It seemed like her legs gave off so long ago, barely holding down the little weight of her thin, slender frame. She found the strength to turn her face sideways, feeling captivated and intoxicated by the sensation, allowing her cheek to replace her forehead and nose.

"Yoruichi-sama, please," She snapped harshly, though her body, as limp and powerless as it was, almost trembled again, begging her not to comply. She tried to find her lost stance in Yoruichi's arms, her own forelimbs drifting upwards, her hands clutching down on her mentor's toned shoulders for support. She felt the ex-captain resting her chin down on her hair, sinking into it so softly, and she instantly rejected her by shaking her head.

'Thirty five seconds.'

Soi-Fon looked upwards, a pleading snarl on her face, her silver, begging eyes widened in frantic. She gazed into Yoruichi's golden irises, which looked down to lock with her own, so loving, so compassionate, so beautiful. "Yoruichi-sama, we mustn't!" Soi-Fon snapped in desperation, her voice shaking slightly, trying to find the strength she had to part their upper bodies so she could at least have a better position to convey her message. It was to no avail, her body did not comply, reminding her that what she was doing now was against her own desires, her own emotions…and Yoruichi's will. "Soul Society is in danger, and the source of it is right above us! We cannot stand idle, we are obligated to act!"

"I can't let you overexert yourself in your condition, Soi-Fon," Yoruichi soothed warmly, her smile melting through whichever lies Soi-Fon built around her heart. She was left so surprised at the display of passion and concern from her master that she couldn't even notice when Yoruichi lowered her head back into its place in her collarbones, soothing her entire body into the embrace once again. She closed her eyes and rested the chin back on Soi-Fon's raven locks, noticing how her breaths became more and more frantic in reaction to her words.

'Twenty seconds.'

Oh, what an abomination Urahara Kisuke has brought into the world.

"P-Please, Y-Yoruichi-sama!" Soi-Fon protested frantically, only making Yoruichi's heart clench further when she realized her voice was now so similar to her little bee's, that same plea she always exerted whenever Yoruichi showed devotion or worry towards her. "There is no need for you to worry about me! I am unharmed and unworthy of your-"

Before Soi-Fon could continue her frantic, scurried plea, Yoruichi's motionless hand, which was previously rested against her back, slid down all the way to her legs, nestling itself behind her knees, which were covered by the fabric of her Onmitsukido attire. Her legs were so firm and sculpted, betraying no part of her beautiful features, and Yoruichi found her expression charming when she scooped her bee off of her feet so abruptly. Soi-Fon yelped in surprise, a high-pitched squeal which would sound so strange and uncharacteristic to anyone but her mentor, allowing Yoruichi's smile to beam up when her bee ended up molten in her arms.

She could barely feel her bodyweight, barely notice the difference, her protégé was so slim and light. She gazed down at Soi-Fon's stunned irises, seeing how paralyzed she was, left with her mouth completely hanging from her jaw, her eyes widened in awe. Both of her hands were now clasped on her collarbone, a shy gesture she had always performed in the rare occasions when they ended up in the same way. Her hands were so abruptly tore from Yoruichi's waist that they were now frozen, unable to move just like the rest of her body.

Although there wasn't a massive, furious blush covering most of the young captain's face, a thought that Yoruichi didn't pay much thought to, her little bee looked ever so charming and adorable to the Flash Goddess. Her smile saddened when she lingered on every detail in her protégé's expression, memorizing it, carving it into her mind, seeing no tears standing in her eyes and no trembles emitted from her muscles.

"Don't speak." Yoruichi soothed, folding her right forelimb towards her, raising Soi-Fon's upper body along with it gently. She used it as support, aligning it to balance Soi-Fon's back as her fingers once again intertwined themselves with her locks, pushing her head upwards to press it against her shoulder-blade tenderly.

She felt Soi-Fon's body jolting in reaction to the contact, feeling how much warmer and smoother it was given the fact that the fabric of Yoruichi's revealing attire, which very much resembled Soi-Fon's, did not reach there. It was a pure, heated contact between their skins, sending a surge of warm shivers through the both of them.

'Twelve seconds.'

"Just relax and make yourself comfortable, Soi-Fon," Yoruichi instructed softly, pleadingly, resting her own head sideways, the smooth texture of Soi-Fon's hair coming in contact with her cheek. She delighted on it, tears starting to form in her eyes when Soi-Fon blindly complied, wrapping her exhausted arms around her shoulders, snuggling into her. "I'll carry you there. All you need to do is close your eyes and…count to ten. Alright?"

Soi-Fon nodded silently, clutching onto Yoruichi's body, allowing her warmth to fill her with comfort and love, melting into her touch. Despite as immature as it seemed, she was never going to disobey a request from Yoruichi. 'One…' She thought blankly, already beginning to lose her awareness in Yoruichi's touch. She could feel herself trembling, tilting up and down faintly, Yoruichi's steps echoing through the battlefield. Everything started to numb down, turning serene the more she breathed her Goddess' nostalgic scent.

'Two…three…four…five…'

Before she managed to continue her count, so numbed and peaceful, an abrupt tremor causes her to jolt. She felt Yoruichi dropping downwards, a rough collision impacting her petite body, putting their descent into a stop. Her mind was engulfed in awe and confusion when Yoruichi's thighs accepted her own, allowing the young captain's body to sit on her lap. She could feel her forelegs resting against the rough ground of the battlefield, deprieved of the support supplied to her by Yoruichi's other hand.

Before she could comprehend anything further, Soi-Fon soon felt the vacant arm of Yoruichi wrapping itself around her upper back, clutching onto it tenderly, affectionately. Her hand caressed the knotted, stiff muscles, which were exposed for Yoruichi to explore and touch to her desire, her gentle fingers sending delightful, unwelcomed shivers wrecking through the fibers of Soi-Fon's being.

It took all but moments for the realization to break apart Soi-Fon's illusion…

Yoruichi wasn't going anywhere.

She became panicked, stricken with hysteria, trying to part her head from the shoulder blade it was burrowed against so lovingly, the grasp not tight enough to strain her breathing, but sufficient for her to feel it. She was overwhelmed with horror, discovering that her mentor's hand was holding her head softly in place, preventing her struggles and resisting them, her fingers entangled in her raven locks.

She tried struggling harder, but Yoruichi held her in place, not willing to accept any defiance.

She tried to press her weak, trembling hands against her shoulders, intending to part their upper bodies from one another, to flee this source of euphoric, soothing heat, but she just could not bring herself to do so, her own forelimbs wobbling clumsily in reaction to her effort. "Y-Yoruichi-sama!" She called, her voice begging, trying so desperately to change her Goddess' mind, disbelieved that she would step to lying and manipulating her emotions to her desire, something that she had never done before...no...not even then.

All Yoruichi could hear was a desperate, begging muffle, as she allowed the tears to finally flow freely from her closed, bagged eyes, resting the back of her head against the tree's trunk once again. She pulled the struggling Soi-Fon against her even further, pressing her close, so close that she could feel every inch of her, bathe in her scent, in her presence...content and brokem stimultaneously.

'Three…two…'

Oh…What a sin Urahara Kisuke had performed.

'One…'

Soi-Fon suddenly felt her heart exploding in her chest, pressing against her being as everything around crumbled into dust.

And as Yoruichi felt Soi-Fon's arms latching around her, crashing against her own back and clinging into it, her fingernails digging into her exposed skin, she softened her hold on the back of Soi-Fon's head, enough for her to at least separate her mouth.

A brutal convulse, a pump of agony, and an onslaught of vicious trembles.

She wailed, a shrill scream of sorrow and despair.

And as the Flash Goddess allowed herself to embrace her own breakdown, her last, clear thought was the utter abomination that Tenteikura truly was…

Restraining emotions, breaking illusions, taking off masks, keeping the victims chained for another two minutes so they could react to the message relayed, to process, to ponder its meaning. In those two minutes, they were free of anger and sorrow, free of the emotions which clouded their judgement, free of any mental burden for that sole purpose...forcing Yoruichi to see her innocent, pure Soi-Fon, the way she should've been, the way she always was...her little bee...

Right before this inhuman Bakudo plunged all of those confiscated emotions, those agonizing memories, back into her heart. Right before it brutally tore the oozing wounds, forcing them to burst out right after it forced them to close...

'I'm sorry…Soi-Fon…'

It made the hole in her heart burrow, squeezing down on whichever remains she had. Soi-Fon wanted to stop Aizen, to save Soul Society, but she could not do so in her current state...neither of them could. She wasn't ready, she wasn't prepared to face the horrible, manipulative defector, who could play tricks with his opponent's minds so easily, with no exertion at all.

She had known it all for so long- about Urahara Kisuke's creation, the mythical Hougyoku, about his terrifying ambitions. She and Urahara were waiting for this moment, when Aizen finally stood and revealed his true nature, the one behind the hollowfications for which her childhood friend was accused, the one behind the impending massacre of Central 46, the one who inevitably made her abandon her young, content bee and leave her in Soul Society, condemning them both to a century of suffering.

Even though Urahara disappeared from said realm without leaving any trace, accompanied by her, the two's presence has still lingered inside the shadows. Or at least...his own presence. Yoruichi's reckless companion, the sole solace she had after deserting Soi-Fon so shamelessly, the one she had promoted to captaincy, the one for whom she had left the only thing she ever craved and desired behind, spent a rather large chunk of his daily routine overseeing the most important sectors in the Seireitei throughout those one hundred years...wanting to monitor their every move, so he wouldn't just fumble in the dark.

An activity to which Yoruichi was left oblivious.

When the fallen Flash Goddess unraveled such a secret, which was hidden from her for so long by the one she sacrificed everything she had for, everything around her crumbled to dust. That was the day in which her life became more than just a hollowed, emptied void. That was the day in which her remorse and sorrow for leaving her bee behind became more than an agonizing, brutal pain.

That was the day when Yoruichi realized she was living inside a nightmare...and so that day became all but a part of her most dreadful ones.

It happened ten years after Urahara Kisuke's defection, when she had accompanied him to the human realm and settled down with him there. Urahara had built a training ground beneath their base of operations, in which Yoruichi could move freely and attempt to distract herself from the thoughts about Soi-Fon. But little had she known there was a lot more than a secret training ground beneath their headquarters, more than meet her eye…with a location chosen specifically regarding her...a place which was hidden from the Goddess' sight...where she couldn't see.

On that fateful, cursed day, Yoruichi arrived into the training ground to continue exhausting herself with physical training once more. It had become a daily activity for another petty attempt to get the lingering, piercing thoughts about Soi-Fon away from her immediate focus. Her protégé gradually haunted her sleeping and waking hours ever since their seperation, making the years which went by without her nothing less than a torture.

She thought that she was prepared, that she was doing it for Soi-Fon's and Urahara's sake, to make sure both of them were safe…she thought that this was the right thing to do, but such a resolve did not last long after the Goddess of Flash had been forced to adjust to the cold, new reality she emerged to- one where her bee's smile wasn't there to purge away her sorrow...where the content and comfort her presence provided were nothing more than painful memories.

But whether Yoruichi liked it or not, she knew that Urahara didn't have the needed resources to return- the resources required to construct a Sekaimon, the only means of transportation from the human realm to Soul Society. And even if they did manage to find such resources...she would no longer occupy herself with training but rather with finding a method to reach Soul Society.

She didn't remain silent in that matter- Yoruichi had asked Urahara countless of times already if he was capable of building a Sekaimon, numerous questions but only one, degenerate answer- 'maybe'. The cold truth was that the scientist had left behind everything he had as well, and without any blueprints to construct a Sekaimon, the two concluded that it would be better to adjust to their new lives than try and return to the past.

And so Yoruichi did...or at least attempted to. She tried to deny her resurfacing desire every single time, to distract herself, to forget, to deny. She always told herself that there was no Sekaimon in the human realm, that her suffering and her tears certainly won't make such a thing magically appear infront of her.

It wasn't long before even the desire to just look at Soi-Fon again, to receive any clue that she still existed, to at least know something about her bee brought massive impacts on her deteriorating mental condition. Urahara had tried many methods to assist her, but soon enough found that any attempt he will make would be nothing but another failure.

There was only one cure for her illness...and she had left that cure behind at Soul Society with everything else. Well...not that there was anything else for her to leave behind other than Soi-Fon.

Yoruichi's eyes snapped once again, painfully jolting herself back into reality when she realized that she had once again failed to keep her beloved out of her mind. Her unstable visage hardened into a scowl, her eyes cold and infuriated, a snarl soon forming on her face as she took her battlestance, seconds before her muscles erupted in a violent, agile barrage of complicated Shunpo techniques.

She dashed across the ever-stretching grounds, not even an afterimage left behind as trace of her renowned speed. But...this time it was different- her movements didn't reflect the image of the powerful, famous head of the Onmitsukido, who would bravely charge against a hoard of hollows if only she had Soi-Fon at her side. Her charge was now nothing more than a flee...her snarl nothing more than a manifestation of futile attempts to deny and forget...so many things to forget...yet only one of them at the same time.

She kicked, and a massive boulder in her path was shattered into fragmented stones in her path. She rotated in place, and with her momentum a swirling gust was formed. She thrust her hand forwards and the eruption of reiatsu from her palm repelled the air up to twenty meters away from her. She continued exchanging blows with the terrain for what seemed like eternity, the shockwaves echoing through the training ground in a gradually slowing pace, marking her exhaustion...stopping when she was no longer able to move.

Time was of no meaning in this place, as the sun was embed to the sky, unmoving, unchanging, like so many things inside her. She stood in the middle of the wasteland, panting, her expression showing no emotion aside from utter fatigue. Her eyelids fluttered over her golden irises to the point of a squint, everything around her blurring out. She embraced the growing exhaustion, relived as the darkness began washing away her mind, the thoughts about Soi-Fon going downstream with that river once again.

But she would be a fool to even believe such a thing was a victory.

And with the sweat which ran down her facial features, the thoughts of Soi-Fon flooded down from her mind and overwhelmed her heart, the vicious, ruthless stream of compressed agony shattered her exhausted defenses, causing the Goddess to flinch heavily as the memories erupted with full force. She clutched the fabric of her cherished, orange over-shirt, a memento she had kept to remind herself of the days with her bee, and tossed it over her body, sending it fluttering through the skies into the never-ending mountains, trying to get it as far from her as she could, unable to endure the pain any longer.

She knew that she will spend weeks with no rest in order to find it again…

She felt her body searing with a heated jolt of energy that ruptured through her muscles, abruptly erupting in a burst of white reiatsu from her body. She firmed and hardened her stance, stretching out her right arm to the side and lowering her head.

She tried to concentrate, to empty her mind from thoughts, knowing how dangerous it will be if she didn't. She could feel her reiatsu pulsing up her skin, thundering, screeching faintly before it ascended upwards in a massive wave of radiant thunder.

"Shunko!" She yelled to the sky-blue ceiling above, her voice much less enthusiastic than normally, and the thunder complied, pumping through her and roaring throughout her body. It burst out in every direction, shattering the cragged, desolated ground beneath her, searing through the area in a wild, bestial storm.

"Yoruichi-sama…"

Her fractured, exhausted, golden irises were forced back into reality once again, widening completely as her muscles froze in place, paralyzed in reaction to the echo of Soi-Fon's voice, which suddenly tore through her being.

It was happening again…

"Why…Yoruichi-sama?"

Everything settled into silence around her, even the screech of her Shunko standing idle to Yoruichi's ears. She could feel herself breathing heavily, her heart sinking down in her chest, gritted and bleeding. Her voice was emotionless, hollowed, ragged...so impassive it was torturing her ears, so cold and unforgiving…

So pained, so wounded.

'No…Soi-Fon…'

She closed her eyes shut, feeling her reiatsu feasting down her own body, cut-off and disoriented. She tried to repress her tears, which were now standing in the corner of her eyelids, threatening to plunge her into the depths of her remorse.

"Why did you...leave me?"

'I didn't mean to…'

"Liar."

'I had no choice!'

Yoruichi's eyes snapped open, feeling the room around her, the never-ending, artificial desert, spinning. Her body moved on its own, her roar of despair muted to her own ears as she brought down her wrath on everything within her visible range of sight.

Her Shunko complied obediently, succumbing to her rage, an obedient servant. She had learned it so long ago, back then- before Soi-Fon emerged into her life, and during the many years in between it was a power that held no purpose, one that was nothing more than another achievement to her list of life-long accomplishment.

But soon...soon enough the bolts of lightning had found their purpose...their own existence. When her bee emerged to her life, it didn't take long for the subsequent resolve to surface within Yoruichi's mind, empowering her desire to protect the young, shy Onmitsukido member at all costs. Her Shunko's purpose was to exist...so it could defend her should the condition ever arise.

But now? Now...it served no purpose...and that thought only made its electrical charges become more and more brutal, flaring out from Yoruichi's body in relentless fury, contributing to the rise in her own reiatsu.

"Liar."

'I'm sorry! !'

"Liar."

Another roar of thunder tore through the training ground, Yoruichi's Shunko erupting into every direction, a broken snarl carved to her face, which always held a soft, loving smile when Soi-Fon was around. Her tears began diving down from her cheeks, colliding with the ground beneath her as she decimated various obstacles and mountains in her path.

'I didn't want to hurt you! !'

"Liar."

Yoruichi looked to every direction, seeing the darkness once again engulfing her. She tried to answer Soi-Fon's voice, but was left speechless and silent. Her bee's insults kept ravaging through her soul, tearing at her scars and injuries.

"I hate you."

'No…please…'

"I hate you."

'No…'

"I hate you."

Yoruichi's snarl intensified, her eyes closed shut as every muscle in her body screamed, every fabric and cell tearing at her soul. Both of her hands clenched into fists, quaking, tensed, and she collapsed onto her knees in defeat, allowing the unsuccessfully-repressed emotions to latch at her heart. Her reiatsu emptied from her body and concentrated around her arms, causing the lightning around her to channel itself into the two, caramel-colored hands, screeching and crying just as much.

"I hate you."

"NOOOO! ! !"

Yoruichi's body brought down both of its hand with incomprehensible speed, her hands colliding with the rocky ground of the wasteland, pouring down every bit of power she had left inside her, every single trace of strength- both mental and physical, everything she could use just to get this horrible feeling away.

Her fists penetrated into the ground, second before a vicious tearing could be heard within.

And next, everything around Yoruichi broke and gave away, a burst of destruction spreading out of her to demolish the area, earth dust towering up from the cracks. It advanced as far as it was allowed to, reaching out to the corners of the massive chamber, cracking the walls slightly as well.

The earth dust erupted upward from the devastating shockwave, rising and rising to nearly meet the ceiling, an earthquake echoing through the training ground as an aftereffect when the shockwave itself faded a few more moments ago.

Yoruichi was left there, now in the center of a brutal crater, panting and heaving, her breath erratic, animalistic, uneven. Her eyes were widened to full extent, tears streaming down from her eyes into what was left of the terrain, ruptured and shattered just like her, if not worse. Her eyesight was blurred, the void around her growing solid...welcoming.

Yet before she managed to digest what happened, the area beneath her gave in, crumbling away into an endless abyss together with the remains of her consciousness.

(Author Note: I'm very sorry to interrupt the emotional scene, but just wanted to announce that it would probably be beneficial for your reading if you listened to the continuation with the Bleach OST "Will of the Heart". (But not this happy part near the end where the violins do some heart-warming performance...you know what I mean))

It was all numbed down, she was at peace, she felt warm. Everything around her was dark, and she was in the middle of it all, transparent even to herself. She knew how being unconscious felt like- unable to react, unable to transmit, unable to communicate, hearing the world living on without you.

It felt nice for a change, breaking yourself away from everything around, surrendering to this peaceful illusion, falling into a slumber in reaction its touch…

But when a single sob echoed faintly through the void, Yoruichi knew that if she did that she will forsake whichever remains of her were left.

She burst out of the rubbles, coughing and closing her eyes instantly as the dust around settled down onto her form. She was buried beneath a pile of fragmented earth, but nevertheless her hands burrowed out of it with ease. Once she fully emerged out of the rubble, Yoruichi dropped to her knees and placed both of her palms at the stoned ground.

As she coughed the remaining dust out of her lungs to breath, her eyes burning when it made its way into them as well, she could feel her mind stabilizing again, coming to focus. The darkness around her, on the back of her eyelids, was much clearer now. The illusion was gone, she could feel herself again, hear her coughs.

She could hear another sob…and feel the cold, metallic surface under her palms. This was such a bizarre feeling to her.

She snapped her eyes open, regretting that instantly as the strain from her brief yet intense tantrum made its way all the way to the middle of her nerve system, causing her eyesight to throb and her nose to clench.

She waited a few moments, allowing her body to adjust. Her daze soon weakened enough for her to struggle upwards, her legs wobbling. She scurried to the side at an unexpected loss of balance, jolting up when she collided against a wall, made of the same texture as the floor.

She looked at it hesitatingly, grabbing one of the three, narrow, blurred pipes which extended horizontally over the walls, screwed to them. She looked around, seeing that she was inside a dimly lit hallway, the only source of light being the shattered hole above her. Looking upwards, she saw the light of the training ground's ceiling, so far away from her.

She was confused, looking around more, searching for something that would give her at least a single clue as to where she was.

She didn't remember Urahara built this hallway beneath the training ground.

But that thought instantly faded away to make room for another sob, which reverberated through her mind, once again, widening her eyes in horror. Those sobs, which previously held such an alien and intangible hue…were now…

"Yoruichi…sama…"

And before she knew it, she was sprinting through the hallway, her body carrying her as far as it could. Her Soi-Fon was crying, calling to her from the depths of the abyss in which she left her, begging for her to return.

She just ran, she did not know how far this endless hallway would stretch, but the shadows always creeping at the horizon never ended. She just wanted to get to her bee, to the source of the voice, her body blindly following her unconscious instincts.

"Soi-Fon!" She shouted back in despair, her voice ragged, broken, sobbing. The tears started to roll down her eyes once again as the sobbing of her bee continued tearing her down.

She saw a door…a wooden door, to which the pipes led, a single door visible amidst the darkness of this despair, a light glinting from the small gap between its bottom and the floor.

Something was inside...

Another sob...

Her bee was behind that door...

"SOI-FON! !"

Yet when she called Soi-Fon's name, charging out and colliding with the barricade viciously, breaking it to pieces and bursting through with ease, all her horrified expression was welcomed with is the sight of a terrified Urahara, facing her, nearly sprawled over a complexity of screens and devices.

Her mouth dropped slightly, and she could see Urahara's eyes widening in shock. His usual attire- the common, brown haori was replaced with his Shinigami traditional uniform, the one he wore at the time in which they departed Soul Society.

His hat was gone as well.

And his gray, trembling eyes followed her shattered, awestruck irises as they scanned across the room, spotting many pipes extended from the mother-computer, which was embed to the wall behind Urahara, faintly lit by the numerous, wide monitors stationed there.

She gasped weakly, a horrified choke, when her eyes landed on the monitors, each of them displaying a different display, yet all of them were so familiar to her. Each monitor was displaying a barrack of the Gotei Thirteen's Divisions.

"Y-Y-Yoruichi!" Urahara stuttered in disbelief, attempting to retain his usually laid-back demeanor, but failing miserably, his voice surprised and horrified at Yoruichi's expression. His hand clumsily fiddled with the device behind his back, expertly, despite how wildly his heart pumped in his chest. He predicted such a moment would come eventually, but he hadn't prepared himself for it enough.

A sob…

The room fell completely silent…and he stood in utter dread.

And that was all Yoruichi needed to know regarding the only monitor hidden from her sight…the monitor that was obscured by Urahara's body, the only major sector in Seireitei not on display for her golden irises to see.

Her own chambers…where the leader of the Onmitsukido resided…

Her Soi-Fon…her broken Soi-Fon…

"Move."

If he had the strength to gulp in terror at Yoruichi's pained, murderous snarl, which rocked down his core with its intensity and emotions, he would've. "I-I…" He stuttered once again, seeing the anger slowly igniting in Yoruichi's eyes, a hostility he never thought she would display to him. "I…I meant to tell yo-"

"Yoruichi…sama…"

Her bee's voice…

"MOVE, KISUKE! !"

Yoruichi charged at him, tears flowing endlessly from her eyes, and before Urahara could react she mercilessly grabbed his shoulder blade and clenched down at it, pain jerking out of the scientist's shoulder, causing him to wince.

She pushed him forcefully, an enraged grimace growing more and more broken. The vicious hold his hands had on his own device were nothing compared to her bestial strength, and he felt his right arm nearly torn out of its socket by her grab.

She threw him out of her way, and just as she did so, seeing only but the faintest pixel of the screen behind his back, it was so suddenly and easily brought into a halt. The display was cut off into cold emptiness, unwelcoming…silent…

Just like her being.

The sound of her bee's sobs stopped beating through the speakers around the dimly-lit hideout.

That was the only monitor turned off…

"I'm sorry…Yoruichi…" Urahara muttered behind her in despair, clutching on his right shoulder with his left hand, his face lowered. The sorrow and remorse in his voice was all Yoruichi needed to hear in order to realize that her suspicions were correct.

She looked over her shoulder at him, her death glare clashing with his composed, half-lidded visage.

"Turn it on."

He just gazed at her, his own eyes serious yet sympathizing, remorseful yet unwarned.

He didn't move...he didn't move.

"Turn it on! !"

The sound of her Soi-Fon's voice no longer rang through Yoruichi's mind. It was gone…gone together with that monitor, gone with any warmth she felt inside…gone…

She turned back to the device, her eyes fully widened rage, frantic, her trembling fingers clumsily fiddling with the motherboard infront of her, the device itself consisting of so many switches and buttons it was unreadable. She pressed each one, pulled every button down and up. Her tears soon found their way into the motherboard, caressing the metallic panel with silence...

The screen didn't flash back into life.

"TURN IT ON! !" She screamed in sorrow, now trying to activate the monitor by thrusting her fists against the device, each blow tearing through the many circulates within, shattering them apart. She slammed against it again and again, her heart shattering in her chest with each impact, wanting so intensely to hear Soi-Fon again.

The remaining monitors slowly buzzed away into the same silence as the first in reaction, the figures of captains slowly blinking out of her sight, joining their defying companion.

"TURN IT ON! ! TURN IT ON! ! TURN IT ON! !"

The largest, centric monitor remained working, in which Yoruichi's broken mind could make out the sight of Aizen's back, adorned with the white captain's haori of his respective division, slowly walking away from her.

And soon enough, even he was no longer there.

Yoruichi stood there, trembling, frozen, the entire place silent, not a single trace of sound brushing through her ears, realizing that it was all gone. She slowly slid down to her knees, clutching her head in her wobbling palms, hypertilating, weeping, breaking down so horribly even Urahara was trying wholeheartedly to remain impassive. Her forelimbs were bleeding, her fingers lacerated, bruised and impaled by various metallic objects her body extracted from the wrecked drives.

She started wailing in despair, burying her head in what was left of the machine, her body convulsing with each cry, embracing the shattered mechanical parts as if she was embracing Soi-Fon.

They didn't hug back.

As time passed, Urahara stood there, watching her break, forcing back his own tears all along at the sight of his wounded companion. When her wails were reduced into repressed sobs, when he knew she could hear him, he looked away, closing his eyes.

He knew of their bond, he knew that she would find this place eventually during one of her unrestrained grieving. He didn't mean to hurt her…he just…

"Make it cry again…Kisuke…" She sobbed, her voice hoarse, ragged, barely a whisper. She didn't even look at him. "One more time…just one…one…please…please…"

His own tears were now rolling down his own cheeks, and he opened his mouth to speak, despite knowing his words will never comfort her, despite knowing that now the inevitable will happen. He knew she will depart, try to forget about this place, try to forget about him, the one who only pried further into her oozing, bleedings wounds, multiplying her agony, forcing her to an even greater torment now that she knew he could hear Soi-Fon's voice whenever he pleased up until now…

In his mind, he already began the construction of a method to make her return, to show her the slightest gesture of apology, an act of pleading, something that she will not be able to turn down…and the only thing he ever thought about was the Sekaimon he was beginning to construct.

Even though he would not allow her to pass through it, the fact that it's there will contribute to her relief, as she could somehow be in control of the situation, just as the humans refer to it in psychological studies.

But that…that will only happen in roughly ninety years.

"I just didn't want you to live in doubt any longer…"

But now…now none that doubt remained in her heart, and even Aizen's horrible ambitions didn't hold any meaning that could even pale in comparison to what this moment meant to her- to see her little bee again, to hear her voice again, to feel her body again, to be with her, to remember everything. To drown in that feeling of love, to drown in that feeling of her, that was what Yoruichi wanted all along.

To find the mutual bond that was dusted and abandoned for so long…for eternity…the mutual embrace they have both yearned to feel for over one hundred years of darkness…

Each other.

She will confront Aizen face to face with her little bee on her side, on top of Sokyoku Hill, together with the rest of the Gotei Thirteen…and prevent him from achieving the Hougyoku lying dormant in Kuchiki Rukia's soul...she will do it, because it is her little bee's will…

But she will do it later.

All she wanted now was to embrace Soi-Fon as tight as she could…letting her cry her heart out for a few more minutes.

And with this we come to the conclusion of the second chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it, although I can't say that with honesty- when you write such scenes with the Bleach OST "Will of the Heart" on your headphones...things get sad...and fast. I advise those who didn't use any background music while reading this story to do so on future chapters...yes...spoiler alert- there will be chapters in which this heartbreaking OST contributes to your reading experience.

What do you think? Maybe I should write down each specific OST you should hear while reading a scene before it begins?

Now then, on a different note- I sure hope I didn't stretch that reconcilation for too long, but I really wanted to give it the further depth it needed. I also used it as an opportunity to provide further information from Yoruichi's side of the plot. As you already know, what Yoruichi was forced to endure during those one hundred years was never hinted at in the Anime or the Manga. The fact that Urahara said, when Yoruichi is first encountered in her cat form, that he "hadn't seen her for so long", doesn't contribute to the claim that the two of them were in some tropical paradise. I decided to use that to my advantage to further improve the bases for Yoruichi's emotions...but...I'm sure I shouldn't be blabbering about it now.

Anyways, just as you expected from the ending of this chapter- "Chapter 3- Aizen Stands! Horrible Ambitions!" will be nonetheless interesting, so I do hope you will tune in to that chapter as well.

Oh...also, don't forget to express your opinions in the textbox below and let me know if there was any particular moment or aspect in the chapter which caught your interest. I do not believe a story's popularity is based on the number of reviews it receives, but still, their constructive importance is something that I hold in a high regard.

I will be seeing you guys around next week or perhaps more than that.

Sincerely,

ForPain.