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Soifon stood in front of her bathroom mirror, debating on what she should wear for the evening.
It was a date, so she needed something nicer than she usually wore, but on the other hand, they were only going to the fish restaurant down the street, no where fancy.
But Soifon needed Yoruichi to know that she wasn't treating this like another outing with a friend. Digging into her underwear drawer, Soifon pulled out he only push-up bra. She was only a 30B, but the bra would at least give her some cleavage, however little.
Walking to her closet, she pulled out a black tank top with a yellow stripe running down the left side and a tighter pair of jeans than she normally wore. Dressing herself, she walked back over to the mirror. Cupper her chest, she squeezed her breasts together, giving them the illusion of being fuller.
Soifon didn't mind being of small proportions. On the contrary, she preferred it. She heard women complain all the time of back problems and such and she was glad that she didn't have to deal with stuff like that. However, there were times, such as now, where just a little extra up top would be appreciated.
Soifon had initially been shocked when Yoruichi asked her out. It came totally out of left field. Yoruichi just didn't seem the type to be into girls. But yet here she was, getting ready to have dinner with the woman who had almost divinely good looks. It was a bit surreal.
Soifon walked over to her night stand and grabbed the one of the few pieces of jewelry that she owned. It was a gold hornet on a slim, golden chain. Her mother and father got it for her before she moved off to school. She slipped the necklace over her head. The cool metal felt foreign on the exposed skin of her upper chest, but her body heat quickly warmed it up.
Soifon returned to her mirror and gave herself one last once-over. She smoothed down a few ruffles in her hair that arose from putting on her shirt. Pocketing her cell phone and wallet, Soifon exited her apartment.
Yoruichi was not as concerned as with that to wear. She had already dressed herself in a t-shirt and jeans. She didn't expect Soifon to doll up too much so she didn't want to either, lest she appear to be coming on too strong.
Yoruichi instead spent her time in a mental back-and-forth. Part of her was excited at the prospect of having an actual girlfriend for once. Someone hang out with whenever she wanted to, to go places with, to maybe even have sex with.
But there was another part of her that was absolutely terrified. She didn't want to hurt Soifon, yet she knew that is was a definite possibility. Despite the fact that Dr. Unohana said that she was making great strides towards recovery, part of Yoruichi still felt that she was a ticking time bomb.
But that was also another reason Yoruichi didn't want to wait on things with Soifon. If she burst, she wanted someone she trusted to be there, not some stranger.
But Soifon could also be the reason Yoruichi burst. Couples didn't often just hop into bed. There were stages to physical intimacy. Yoruichi was scared that she couldn't handle making-out with Soifon.
But Yoruichi has spent time alone with Soifon before and mange herself fine. She felt good, she felt confident. Maybe being in a real relationship would help her get on the right track.
Yoruichi sat across from Soifon in a booth at the local seafood restaurant. It was a dinner, falling in between a nice sit-down restaurant and fast food. They had already ordered their food, and now that Yoruichi wasn't watching the road or a menu, she was finally able to get a good look at Soifon.
The first thing that she noticed was the necklace. She followed the chain down to the hornet pendent, only to find that Soifon's chest was also in view. Soifon blushed and squirmed under Yoruichi's gaze.
"Relax," Yoruichi smiled after she finally wrestled her gaze from Soifon chest. She preferred girls with smaller breasts. Too often, Yoruichi's D's only got in the way. But she loved them just the same. "Your acting like this is your first date."
"I've never dated a friend." Soifon answered. "You're supposed to get to know someone on the first date, but we already know each other."
"I know you now," Yoruichi clarified. "But I don't think I know anything about your past. Tell me, how did a china doll such as yourself end up here?"
"My mom and dad are factory workers back in China. My mother is a seamstress and my dad puts together cheap disposable cameras that tourists buy. He gave me my first camera." Soifon smiled nostalgically. "I got unusually high grades in elementary school. The state got wind of a potential prodigy and paid for me to be sent to the area's most prestigious boarding school for girls. Once I got to my sophomore year of high school, I got the opportunity to study abroad at a sister school in Japan, also a famous boarding school. A got scholarships and now I'm here."
"Wow," Yoruichi breathed. She hated to admit it, but she was a little jealous of Soifon. At the same time she was dropping out, Soifon was studying abroad and making something of herself. "Boarding school, I've heard stories about what goes on in those." Yoruichi smiled slyly.
"You trap a bunch of hormone-charged girls going through puberty together in close quarters and see what happens! Of course there was some…experimenting." Soifon blushed. The waiter returned with their food. Soifon ordered grilled salmon and Yoruichi got a salad.
"So, did you partake in any experimentation?" Yoruichi asked between bites.
"It's only experimenting if you're figuring things out." Soifon did her best to sound flirtatious rather than embarrassed. She had never discussed her sexual history with someone on the first date. "So what about you?"
"Let's see," Yoruichi stalled as she organized her rehearsed story. "I went to private school. I finished high school and decided that college wasn't for me, so I've just been traveling around until I found the right place for me." Yoruichi felt bad about lying outright to Soifon, but she wasn't ready to tell her the truth yet. No sense in scaring her off. Yoruichi was going to wait until she was sure there was something real between them before she came clean.
"Your parents were okay with that?" Soifon blinked, wide-eyed.
"They didn't protest too much, since they're dead." Yoruichi said without a hint of humor.
"Oh," Soifon's eyes fell to the table. "I'm…sorry."
"Don't be." Yoruichi reassured. They finished up their meal and paid their bill. They left the restaurant and decided to walk to the movie theater.
"So, what are your plans for the future?" Yoruichi asked as she walked next to Soifon. "You said you're majoring in photo journalism."
"I want to get some experience first, but I eventually want to go to Tibet." Soifon walked with her hands in her pockets.
"What's in Tibet?" Yoruichi asked.
"Oppression, political assassination, religious persecution, take your pick." Soifon replied with a hint of anger. "I want to help get the word out to the rest of the world."
Yoruichi watched Soifon's face light up as she talked about the political unrest in Tibet. It was clear that she felt very passionately about the situation. For the second time, Yoruichi felt that tinge of jealousy.
Soifon had dreams and ambitions, and she was most likely going to fulfill them. Yoruichi was just happy to make it through the day without mounting a stranger. She didn't have a life.
The two women reached the movie theater. Yoruichi looked upward to the marquis.
"See anything interesting?" Soifon asked. There was nothing out currently that she really wanted to see.
"Yeah, but we just missed the last showing for the night." Yoruichi replied, disappointedly.
"What did you want to see?" Soifon asked.
"That new action movie that came out last week." Yoruichi replied. With the movies no longer an option, Yoruichi decided end the date early.
"Tonight was short, but sweet." Soifon said as Yoruichi pulled into her apartment complex.
"I hadn't planned on the theater closing at eight." Yoruichi smiled sheepishly. "So…did I strike out or can I expect another date?"
"You didn't strike out," Soifon laughed. "Just because we didn't go dancing on the Riviera doesn't mean I didn't have a good time. I'll make the plans next time, since you made them this time." The two sat in the care in an awkward silence for a few moments, neither really sure what to do. "Good night," Soifon waved. Yoruichi stayed until she saw that Soifon got into her building safely.
Yoruichi watched the clock tick steadily forward, giddy with anticipation. In a few hours, she would have some relief from her tumult.
Yoruichi was so focused on the clock that she almost didn't notice her cell phone ringing.
"H…hello?" Yoruichi answered.
"Hey, Yoruichi." Soifon replied.
"What's up?" Yoruichi asked.
"I know its short notice, but I just found out that I have the afternoon off. Do…you… want to catch that movie we didn't see the other night?"
"Uhh…" Yoruichi looked at the clock nervously. "When?"
"The movie doesn't start until three, so how does two-thirty sound?" Soifon asked. Yoruichi cringed. That would be cutting it close, but she couldn't say no.
"That…sounds….fine." Yoruichi answered hesitantly.
"Great, I'll meet you there." Soifon replied.
"You don't need a ride?" Yoruichi asked.
"No, I'll be in the neighborhood." Soifon responded. "I'll see you in a few hours."
"Yeah, see ya'." Yoruichi hung up.
Soifon smoothed the fabric of her clothes as she stood in front of the mirror. She was wearing a green tank top with a thick black stripe that ran vertically down the center that had spaghetti straps and clung tightly around the chest while flowing loosely everywhere else with a strip of skin around the waist that left her naval exposed, along with a black skirt that tied around the waist and black boots with a small heel that came up mid calf.
Part of Soifon wondered if she was overdoing things. It was only her second date, but she felt that she needed to make an impression. Most people thought of Soifon as stuffy and insecure, and she knew Yoruichi thought that to a certain extent as well. Soifon wanted to show Yoruichi that she could be "sexy" when she wanted to be, even if showing so much skin made her a little uncomfortable.
Grabbing her wallet and phone from her night stand, she left her apartment, even though it was only one-thirty.
Soifon walked down the sidewalk at a comfortable pace. She wasn't actually going to be in the neighborhood of the movie theater, but she felt bad bumming rides from Yoruichi all the time. Besides, it was a nice day and Karakura was a small town, and her boots her surprisingly comfortable.
Yoruichi stood behind her kitchen counter, nervously munching on a sandwich. Her body ached with anticipation.
As soon as the clock struck two, Yoruichi's right hand dived below her belt line and into her jeans. She yelped in pleasure as her cold hand made contact with her already hard nub. With her free left and, Yoruichi began to awkwardly remove her shirt. With her vision obscured by the fabric of the shirt that was currently pulled up over her head, Yoruichi began to stumble her way to her bed.
She crashed down on to her mattress as her shirt hit the floor. Still keeping her hand between her legs, she fumbled with her bra clasp until her breasts were free. Arching her back so that her hips were of the bed, Yoruichi pulled at her jeans, all the while rolling her clitoris between her thumb and index finger. Finally, she removed her panties, which she found were a little moist.
Free from her stifling clothes, Yoruichi began to massage her breasts with her left hand, pinching the painfully erect nipples. Panting and moaning, she rolled onto her right side. Her eyes locked to her bed stand alarm clock.
Soifon walked up to the ticket counter of Karakura's cinema.
"Two for three o'clock." Soifon requested as she slid the money to the attendant. Wordlessly, she was given her tickets.
It's two-fifteen, Soifon though as she looked at her watch. Yoruichi should be here in about fifteen minutes. Soifon took a seat under the movie theater awning and waited patiently for her date to arrive.
Yoruichi lay on her bed, sweaty and a little parched. Her hour was up, and she stopped like she was supposed to.
I can't help but think that I'm forgetting something, Yoruichi though as she stretched her right forearm. It was a little cramped for the awkward position it had been held in for the past hour. Yoruichi suddenly sat bolt upright as the realization hit her.
SOI! Yoruichi had been so absorbed in her self-gratification that she had forgotten about the plans she had made with Soifon only a few hours ago.
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit!" Yoruichi scrambled around her room, grabbing some random clean clothes from her dresser. She grabbed a random perfume bottle and sprayed herself with it, hoping that it would cover up her musk. A running a brush through her hair to get the mats out, Yoruichi raced out the front door and to her car.
Soifon sighed heavily as her watched ticked to three-ten.
I should have known better, Soifon thought sadly. The bus doesn't come around here for another half hour… Soifon was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of screeching tires as Yoruichi's car slid into a parking space. Yoruichi slammed the door and came running up to a very angry Soifon.
"What the hell Yoruichi?" Soifon asked angrily.
"Oh my God, Soi, I'm so sorry!" Yoruichi apologized, catching her breath. "Something came up and I thought it would be taken care of soon enough for… " Yoruichi checked her cell phone for the time. "Do you think that they will still sell us tickets?"
"I already bought tickets!" Soifon waved the admission slips in Yoruichi's face, who snatched them away.
"Good, they're probably still showing previews now," Yoruichi grabbed Soifon's arm and led her into the movie theater, all while muttering variations of "I'm sorry," nonstop.
"Uhh, the theaters are that way," Soifon pointed in the opposite direction she was being led.
"I know," Yoruichi said as she stopped in front of the concession stand. "I need a jumbo popcorn, two jumbo sodas, and your biggest box of snowcaps," Yoruichi was handed her items by a disinterested concession stand worker. . "Here," she handed the popcorn and a drink to Soifon. The popcorn bucket was bigger around than Soifon was. "I'm so sorry." With their food in hand, Yoruichi and Soifon walked hurriedly to their movie screen.
Yoruichi pulled into her usual parking spot in Soifon apartment complex.
"Please," Yoruichi said as she turned to Soifon, "Don't hold this against me. I know I've said it a thousand times, but I'm really, really sorry."
"It's okay," Soifon smirked. "I was angry at first, but it's hard to stay mad at someone who spends forty dollars trying to win you a small stuffed Domo out of a claw machine game." Soifon laughed as she petted the plushy in her lap. She hadn't even wanted it, but Yoruichi had insisted, for some reason.
"Whew," Yoruichi sighed in relief. "For a second, I thought I blew it."
"No, you didn't blow it." They sat in the car together for a few moments in awkward silence. "So…I'll see you tomorrow for work." Yoruichi nodded in agreement. Soifon unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the door handle, but suddenly turned back to Yoruichi. Quickly and cautiously, she leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss.
"See you," Soifon waved as she exited the car, her face a little red.
Unohana tapped the open door of Isshin Kurosaki's office lightly.
"Retsu, come on in!" Isshin waved in his friend jovially. Isshin, formerly a medic in the Japanese Self Defense Force, owned and operated Kurosaki clinic, where Unohana rented space. Originally a career soldier, Isshin was discharged due to a knee injury suffered during war game exercises. He's since recovered fully, but ended up marrying and raising a family rather than reentering the service, though he still had the crew cut. His exuberant exterior hid a somber interior. Isshin's young wife sadly perished while rescoring his only son, a then toddler Ichigo, from drowning in a river that was flooded from unseasonably high amounts of rain. "What can I do you for?"
"Have you finished the blood work for Yoruichi Shihoin?" Unohana asked politely. Isshin turned to his files.
"Shihoin, Shihoin," Isshin mumbled as he searched, careful not to disturb the picture of his wife on his desk. "Ah ha! Here you are." He handed the file off with a smile. Unohana took the file to the break room and began to flip through it. As she read the pages, she became more and more disappointed.
Hormone levels are elevated, Unohana contemplated, But not to the level that would cause her symptoms, but most likely because of them. That was perhaps the biggest failing of the field of psychiatrics. Unohana had hoped to find a clear cut reason for Yoruichi's condition in either her upbringing or physiology, but she was just reminded yet against that the mind occasionally did things without cause or remorse.
Sighing, Unohana rose from her desk and made her way upstairs, where she would attempt to aid a woman whose mind was playing tricks on her.