The Beginning

Six Years Ago

Sprawled on her bed, her feet leaving black scuff mark on the wall above her, her short violet hair curled elegantly around her fingers, she watched her roommate slumped in the corner over her over-used text book, much in the way a feral cat would watch her prey. Her golden eyes flickered ad her crooked smile grew once she caught the younger girl's timid glance before the crimson spread like wild fire across her handsome features. Yoruichi had watched this girl for some time, but she could never get more than a formality or a polite greeting out of her. Tonight was the night to change all that.

Her long, dark legs slid off the bed along with the rest of her lithe body, moving lucidly through the thick, stuff room; an eager snake waiting patiently for her meal. The shy student pretended not to notice, her pen moving more rapidly and frantically across the paper, her breathing changing ever so slightly. It looked as if she was ready to jump straight out of her skin when Yoruichi climbed onto the bed almost seductively, before she laid herself across the young one's outspread legs.

"Soi…?" Yoruichi purred, reaching up to tease Soi's shoulder length raven hair.

"Y-Yes… Shihouin-chan." She breathed, distracted by the way her roommate's claw caressed her neck and her jaw line every so lightly. Without thinking, she pushed herself into her touch, but when she realized her actions, she stiffened, clearly embarrassed as her blood threatened to burn through her pale skin.

"I have told you before, Soi, that is not my name." Yoruichi twisted in her lap, pulling the textbook away from the pale child to capture her frightened gaze. "Or do you just choose to ignore me every time I speak?"

"N-no. I-I do not mean any disrespect. I… I just…"Soi stumbled to find the right words, but fell short and decided she had buried herself into a deep enough hole. It wasn't that she was ignoring her classmate or that she found her boring, making it hard to grasp anything that the woman said; in fact it was the exact opposite. Soi could hardly take her eyes off the woman, let alone stop thinking about her. Every night was almost sleepless as her dreams filled with Yoruichi's dark, sensual limbs, gentle caresses, and warm embraces. And when she couldn't sleep, she watched the older woman, watching with awe as her chest rose and fell gentle, the moonlight filling the room, bathing the goddess in an incandescent innocence that made her appear almost holy. Most nights, though, were not as peaceful. Sometimes, even, Soi would stir from a far from deep sleep by Yoruichi's whimpers or growls, and sometimes even a heart breaking scream would pierce the silent night. Soi would crouch beside her friend, wiping the sweat from her brow, gentling stroking the sides of her face, watching the tense muscles smooth out once again.

"Yeah, Yeah. Whatever, Hey, you wanna go out tonight with me. My friends flaked and I really don't want to cooped-up in here all night." She burrowed deeper into Soi's lap, clearly content with the intimacy between them. The frail student jumped; an involuntary reflex to how her denim shorts had shifted with Yoruichi's head. Soi was aware of the strange feeling building within her loins, and was distracted by the almost overwhelming desire to wrap her arms around the woman close enough to feel her breath upon her knee and kiss away the demons that had haunted her for so many nights. "Hey what are you working on, by the way? We have the same classes, am I missing something?" Before she could object, Yoruichi already had the parchment in her hands, her eyes wide with what seemed to be skepticism.

"I-I'm sorry, Miss. Shihouin. I-I promise you I mean no disrespect. I realize I was out of line. I'm sorry. I am truly sorry." Tears began to well in the young girl's eyes as she crawled away from Yoruichi, curling into the tightest ball she could manage. "Just don't take it out on my father. Do what you want to me. Just, please, my father did nothing. He did nothing…" Her body rocked back and father, arms tight around her knees, eyes shut tight as large, transparent pearls rolled down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes.

"Soi…" Yoruichi breathed, running her fingers across the charcoal strokes that entwined to make a picture perfect replica of the dark goddess, lost within the tangled sheets of her bed. Although she longed to gaze at the sketch, she was forced to tear her eyes away, taking in a much more depressing and almost pathetic sight.

"So sorry, Ma'am. I'm so sorry."

"Father—Soi…what are you talking about. I don't kno—"Just then it hit her: before Yoruichi had run away from home, she had lived like a princess. People waiting on her hand and foot, people watching over her every second of every day, men, woman, and even children groveling at her feet as if they themselves were not worthy of the Earth they stood on. She hated it. The second that she got the chance she decided to flee without a spoken word to anyone.

But the Fon's… Fon… Soi Fon…and her father. The only Fon Yoruichi ever remembered Aki, but he was young—possibly too young to be Soi's father. He had followed her footsteps to a tee…literally. He was paid to carry a knife and follow the Shihouin's legacy: their only daughter, and protect her from all the evils of the world. Everything that a child was supposed to learn on their own, Yoruichi had been deprived of. She felt that undying urge that every woman felt to find herself, to let the world mold her rather than her parents or their money.

"Aki… Fon…" Soi's head snapped up as if Yoruichi had sentenced her father to death.

"Please. No… I'm sorry. Hurt me. Not him. He did nothing. Please, Shihouin-chan, please. Take pity on me." Soi threw herself flat against the lumpy mattress, her delicate face smashed harshly against the fabric, her frail body exploding in almost hysterical sobs.

If it would have been anyone else, Yoruichi would have left the room to have them feel ashamed, lying at the feet of nothing but air. She hated the way people acted about her just because she bears the Shihouin name. Slowly and carefully, afraid that the child might fall apart in her hands, she lifted Soi's chin. Her dark hands held the trembling face sternly, fingertips brushing back the frays of her raven bangs that were soaked with tears.

"Soi…It's beautiful. Why would I hurt your father?" Her usually playful tone had shrunk into barley a whisper, trying so hard to comfort her roommate, and—then again—trying to understand why she even cared at all for her.

"I have dishonored you and your family. I—"

"Stop, Soi. You drew a breath taking portrait of me. This is… flattering. I never knew I had wings when I slept." The shadowing that Soi had been working on before it was so violently ripped from her clutching where beginning to bend form lavish feathery wings that seemed to engulf her supple body. "And believe me; nothing you can do to me will dishonor my family. I dishonor my family."

The child-like adult stopped convulsing but then tears flowed freely from her swollen eyes. Yoruichi had originally thought that Soi was cold and void of any emotion; being that she spent every waking minute reading a text book, cover to cover, or regurgitating the psycho-babble and the politically correct terms that their professor's scream at the until the pulsating vein pops out of their thick necks. But now, she was completely devastated by the suggestion that someone she cared about would be affected by something foolish that she had done. Yoruichi, usually disgusted by an act similar to the one she had witnessed, she felt a sense of—jealousy wash over her. She wanted to be the one Soi cried about, the one that she love unconditionally.

"Come here." Yoruichi whispered, laying the masterpiece at her knees, forgetting the influence it held over the young girl. Yoruichi enveloped her frail body in her strong arms, pulling the shaken girl into her chest, slipping her bent leg beneath her.

"Y-Yorui…chi…chan…" Soi shook, the sudden contact frightened her and… calmed her, giving her a chance to regain her breath and steady her rapid heartbeat.

"There we go. Now if we can only work on that '-chan' part we'll be in good shape." Yoruichi felt a weak vibration radiate from Soi's cold body before the stress melted away and Soi formed into the goddess' chest, finally bending to her will. "I have an idea!" Soi nearly jumped out of her skin, having stopped thinking in her roommate's gentle embrace; and had nearly stopped breathing.

"We'll go to the 'Toy Box'! You need to get out more." Yoruichi flew to the other side of their room, ripping Soi's draws open and flinging her rejected clothes against the wall. Soi stood slowly, curiously observing the creature that so diligently disregarded all respect for privacy or other people's belongings. The quiet girl gingerly picked up the abused clothes, one by one, folding them neatly and stacking them on her bed to be put away later. Meanwhile, Yoruichi mumbled to herself, having emptied Soi's draws of all her drab clothing.

"What is wrong with you? All you have is school girl apparel and not the sexy school girl either. The lonely school girl that always sat in the corner reading or drawing." Yoruichi groaned, clearly frustrated, ignoring the fact that her comment had cut Soi deeply. "Ah! Here! I could work with this…" Yoruichi ripped a pair of worn jeans and a tank top from the growing pile behind her. Dutifully, she towed Soi towards her. Before the young "school girl" could react, Yoruichi's fingers had already worked Soi's jeans down past her knees.

"Y-Yoruichi!" Soi squealed, jumping back, trying desperately to cover herself up Unfortunately though, her jeans where still shackled around her ankles. Soi tumbled backwards, blush aflame, searching for anything to wrap around her bare bottom half.

"Well, now! I might have been wrong about that school girl remark, eh?" Yoruichi giggled, pointing at the dark lacey thong that barley covered anything. Soi was merely a streak of red and black as she buried herself in the neatly folded comforter she had torn off her bed violently, hoping that Yoruichi would forget all about her.

Yoruichi stayed on her knees for a while, taking note of how she had begun drooling once her hands were upon the frail woman and how responsive she was—not to mention the blush that Yoruichi loved to inspire. She had to have this woman. She needed her. Yoruichi sauntered over to the trembling lump under the black comforter after retrieving something from their desk. She yanked back a small corner of the fabric and gazed into the frightened steel grey eyes before fingering a stray lock of raven hair.

"If you won't let me dress you… then—at least—let me fix this." Yoruichi presented a shining pair of scissors to the girls shocked expression.

"M-My hair?" She squeaked.

Yoruichi nodded.

A few hours later…

"I can't believe I let you do that..." Soi sulked at the bar, staring down her plain seltzer.

"Oh, come on, Soi. What are you buzzing about? That's all I hear from you. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Speak up, girly or I'll have to start calling you Bee." Yoruichi tussled the girl's newly cut, ear length hair before playing with one of the shoulder length braids, tipped with a black butterfly.

"Nothing. Never mind. Just forget it." Soi groaned into her cup before taking a small sip.

"Alright. You brought it on yourself. You have a new name and you have to dance with me. Come on, Little Bee." Yoruichi stole Soi's hand from the glass and pranced off to the dance floor. The young girl was still in shock when Yoruichi moved behind her, pulling her slim hips to her hungrily. Soi was shocked, afraid even, but she didn't stop Yoruichi for, once she became attuned to the contact, took pleasure in it. She felt this strange sensation building from deep inside her—one that she has never felt before, at least no of this intensity.

Soi couldn't move, much less keep track of all the things that she was letting Yoruichi do to her. Her lips brushed against Soi's thin neck and she shivered as it sent a shock down her body, through it, around it, over it. Soi was getting high off of Yoruichi, though she had promised herself she wouldn't shit faced that night, there was no way she could have anticipated the affect Yoruichi had on her. But the golden eyed devil did know and how she loved to play that against her little bee.

Soi pressed back against Yoruichi, longing to feel her cat like body around her, holding her, protecting her, loving her. Yoruichi obliged, but—as always—there was an ulterior motive. Yoruichi's toned arm found its way around Soi's stomach, holding her close for two seconds, before spinning her around—almost violently—and catching her before the uncoordinated girl could fall. Yoruichi's eyes were powerful, pinning Soi to the ground, refusing to loosen its menacing grip as Yoruichi had her way with her—not that she minded much anyway. Soi had dreamed of this moment since Yoruichi first began to sleep with her face to Soi and she actually got a glimpse of the person that Yoruichi had tried to hide from everyone for so long.

Dark, hard arms held the short girl tight to her body as she slowing moved closer, inch by inch, until she had Soi cradled delicately in her arms, swaying back and forth. All the while, Soi was lost, completely at awe in how those eyes—those golden gems that sparkled and shined—look deep within her, instantly knowing each and every one of her crippling fears, her dirty secrets, and her inner most desires. She wanted nothing more than to seal her eyes shut and close Yoruichi out of her head, her soul, but it was useless.

In addition to her hypnotizing glare, her delicate hands roamed Soi's body, memorizing the foreign landscape, caressing the gentle curves and crevices of her body, and teasing the quivering skin that was so eagerly offered to her. Soi was doomed—doomed to be the play thing for the nigh. Though her mind wouldn't function enough to realize it just yet, she barley had any choice in the manner. She merely nodded when Yoruichi peered down at her, somehow changing the color and the intensity of her eyes just enough to allow Soi to speak, and whispered, lips brushing against the tender spot on her neck: "Let's find a more…private place."

Soi let her head fall back, the newly cut tresses falling out of her eyes, finding herself in total submission of the seductress before her. Things had moved so fast that night; Soi had to make sure she was still breathing through most of it. She never had anyone that meant anything else to her than a friend or a classmate. The only person she had ever had feelings for; their family had owned her, dictated everything that she did and had to give approval of every word that she said.

It was Yoruichi's step-mother that threatened Soi with the termination of her father and harm done to the little family she had left. Once Soi finally got out and had begun to make something of herself, she believed that hell was left behind her. That was until she realized she was roomed with the Shihouin heir. But those fears had seemed to melt away once she was in the comforting arms of the kind goddess. She didn't know that such a placid and forgiving attitude could ever come from a Shihouin.

"Soi...are you with me?" Yoruichi asked, her voice laced with a thin undertone or worry, afraid that Soi was unconscious and unresponsive in her arms.

"Y-yes, Youruichi-ch—"

Soi's familiar handle for her goddess was cut short by velvet lips, softly caressing hers. Soi was lost, even more so than before, lost in the incredible sensation that tore through her frail body, having no mercy on her sanity or—more importantly—her ability to stand. Two millions thoughts raced through her head but little she took heed to. The red lights that shine when something was wrong seemed to be paralyzed, the little voice in the back of her head seemed to have been silenced by the lips as well—everything that could have stopped Soi from reveling in the way Yoruichi moved against her, with her had long since abandoned her and she wasn't about to go searching for them now.

"…breathe, Soi." She could feel Yoruichi grin against her lips, but she did not—could not—respond. "Soi" Yoruichi laughed, pulling back leaving Soi whimpering from the loss of the glorious contact.

"I-I'm sorry." Soi whispered, coming back to reality, breathing in as deep as she can, realizing her lungs had been aching for quite some time

"Just… don't forget this time." Yoruichi leaned in again, capturing her lips in another kiss, this one more inviting than forced or rushed. Soi, surprisingly, responded, acting on her own volition as she gathered the courage to let her shaking hands trace the curves of her essence as Yoruichi had done to her. It wasn't long until Yoruichi was on her back on a tacky teal couch; arms pinned above her head with a leg on either side of her hips. Yoruichi was taken back by the explosive power that seemed to fester just beneath the skin of the quiet and frail girl. Well—she wasn't quiet and frail anymore.

Soi lead hot trail of kisses and bite marks down Yoruichi's bear chest, gripping and tearing at the fabric, desperate to devour whatever was underneath. Breathily, Yoruichi called her name, requesting her patience and her attention at least for a moment. With frightened eyes, as if she were ashamed, Soi stopped and made her way back up to Yoruichi's traumatizing gaze to find it… soft and almost pleading. Slowly, she brought her chocolate colored hands up to either side of Soi's face, stroking it soothingly.

"Are you sure… you want this—you wan t…me?" Soi grinned slyly at the insecurity in Yoruichi's voice. She never would have imagined her goddess being so…shy. Those words sounded as if they belonged in between Soi's lips rather than hers. She leaned down slowly lacing her fingers in with Yoruichi's, searching the sparkling, playful eyes as she whispered those three words that—as Yoruichi thought—no one would ever say to the tan goddess.

"I love you…" Soi whispered, a little less confidently as she had imagined it. "I'm sure of it."

"I love you, Soi." Yoruichi whispered into her lover's ear as her hands left fiery patterns down her sides that burned through her clothes. She remembered those words, and how she regretted ever saying them. If Soi could find a way to go back and swallow them before she ever gave them a chance to fall from her lips, she wouldn't have. But she would have stopped it from getting any further, stopped herself from handing over her heart so quickly, stopped herself from jumping in head first, or at least slowed it down. Now there was no turning back—and Soi was fully aware.

Soi reached back with a thin pale arm, capturing Yoruichi's head before forcing her lips upon her, her tongue in her, eliciting moans from her. Breathless and blushing—not necessarily from embarrassment—she lit Yoruichi on fire, so hot she though the club was in danger. It wasn't from her hands, her lips, or her hips that she so ruthlessly used against her goddess, but it was three words, rich with passion.

"We're going…now."

A/N: Ok. So I guess the memory was a tad thrown together, but i tried to make it a point that Yoruichi wasn't always this way. There might have been a few undertones, but it wasn't all about the games and the physical. idk. i really didnt think people would like it this much. I really expected a lot more reviews like all the ones saying how they hate authors portraying Yoruichi like this or how much they hate the story line. Thank you for reading though. It means SO much.

This is probably going to be the longest chapter i make though. the flashback went a little longer than id like it to be.