AN: I don't know what's going through my mind right now, I have a strong attraction to action, sorry. So before I write this chapter, I'm gonna hope everything works out, if not, damn. It was a good run while it lasted.
Rated: M for violence, gore, and a lot of cursing. In case you're wondering, I don't plan stories out; I have no idea what's going to happen just like you. Normally I sit down and type whatever the hell pops into my head, and if it looks good on word, alright then. Hit it up!
Chapter 9, Bang, Bang, Pussycat
"I'm sorry? What? You don't want this to happen then?" Grey eyes collided with yellow ones; they were soft, warm and pleading.
"Soi, listen to me." Her hand reached out and brushed along a white jaw line, lifting a creamy chin up to see better into those silver pools. "Right now I've wanted nothing more, but in our current situation-"
"Current situation, what the hell are you talking about? My memory loss isn't so severe that you should base our entire future on it."
"No that's not it… I-"
"Yoruichi…" Kisuke threw the wooden door to the room open. The walls started to vibrate from the force. "Would you make me some tea?" he said with frantic expression on his face.
"Kisuke you don't have to be so dramatic, Yoruichi and I are talking about something. Could you-"
"How many lumps?"
"What the hell's going on?"
"Five."
"Shit." Yoruichi got off the sheets and dropped to the floor reaching under the bed. Urahara ran out of the room and thumped downstairs, slamming the door to the basement.
"Will you tell me what's going on?" The taller woman stood up with a handgun in her left palm, and she pulled back the slide while it pointed at the ceiling. "Is that a gun?" After it made a sharp clicking sound she went into her closet and changed into a pair of jet black wind pants with zippers that ran horizontally around the knee, and an equally as black tank with a triangle collar trimmed in white. Following suit, a police style gun holster with two matching firearms adorned her shoulders. Finally throwing her hair into a ponytail she exited the walk-in and threw a heavy vest at Soi.
"Put it on."
"Are you insane? You look like you just walked off the set of an action film, no way in hell am I putting a bullet proof vest on. And where the fuck did all this stuff come from?"
"Soi, shut up, and put it on."
"Not until you tell me what you're doing!" The darker woman walked briskly to the window and rested her back against the wall, grasping one of the guns in her hands, and turning slightly to look outside. A black van was parked out front, and 2 men holding AK47's jogged to the front door and stood on either side.
"This is fucking insane, I had no idea she was willing to go this far." Yoruichi stopped talking to herself and turned around to look at Soi. "Look, my mother discovered you were still alive and that you're here living with me. While I was at the hospital with you I told Urahara to plan for the most extreme circumstances, I know what she's capable of, and I know this is a little hard to believe, but right now 5 guys with fucking weapons are trying to break in and kidnap you alright? So just put on the fucking vest."
"Are you kidding me? You expect me to believe that not only do you have guns in your house, but that you also know how to use them, and you're prepared for some crazy FBI invasion of the house just so your deranged mother can put a bullet in my head? That's it; I'm getting out of this house. You're all insane." Soi stood up to leave, but Yoruichi jumped forward and they landed together on the floor before a barrage of bullets poured through the window shattering it, spraying glass at everything.
"Stay away from the window."
"Oh my god, I'm going to die."
"You're not going to die, Soi. Not while I'm here. I trust your military experience has had you holding weapons before right?"
"Yes, but what exactly are you proposing?" The gold in Yoruichi's eyes started glistening and she crawled towards the closet again.
"Put the vest on." Soi did as she was told and the taller woman came out with a Beretta and motioned for the girl to come over. Once she was safely in the closet, Yoruichi turned around and pulled out a belt with magazine holders attached and grabbed Soi roughly around the waist strapping it on, and handed her the gun.
"I don't believe this."
"Well even if you don't, get ready. Cause this house is about to get pretty messy."
"Just what did you say you do for a living?"
"When your family is constantly targeted by radicals who try to assassinate you, you learn a few things- like how to protect yourself from guys with very large guns. Ready?"
"For what?" The door to the room burst open again and Yoruichi ran to the edge of the closet door and started firing into the hallway.
"Find Urahara."
"What the hell is he gonna do?"
"You thought Urahara was just around for show? He's a genius and invents all types of crazy ass things." She turned back and fired more rounds. "It's kind of like living with the guy who gives the gadgets to James Bond, only this is real life, babe. His basement is practically impenetrable, that's where you're going. Once inside, lift up the brown rug in the center. Underneath is a door. Pull open the latch and climb inside, push the red button along the wall. You'll be safe in there till this is over."
"And just how the hell do you expect me to get downstairs?" Yoruichi moved to the back of the small room and pushed aside some hanging clothes and hit the wall causing a door to slide open. There was a long spiral staircase that led down into a glow of blue light. "Are you kidding me? Anything else?" After she fired more at the bedroom door, Yoruichi turned around and grabbed Soi's arm pulling her into a deep kiss. When they broke apart Soi gave her an incredulous stare.
"What? A kiss for good luck, now go." Soi stepped onto the staircase and Yoruichi slammed her fist against the wall again causing it to shut completely and replaced the clothing back to where it was.
"This is the craziest thing I've ever heard of, guns and attractive women pulling me into closets, and banging on walls to open secret doors. I swear to god this whole damn experience is so farfetched I must be dreaming." Soi continued to jog down the steel steps still holding the Beretta, not quite sure what could possibly happen next. "Crazy Japanese culture and its action drama, nothing like this ever happens to Americans."
Yoruichi crouched onto the floor and stopped firing, grabbing magazines and stuffing them in her pockets. More shots rang out and penetrated the walls around her. She let out a fake cry of pain and slammed her foot onto the wooden floor, causing a loud thump. When footsteps cautiously approached her, she sprang up and unleashed a wave of heavy metal into the two men who dropped with a splattering of red behind them.
She turned back and pulled out a small backpack with two pockets and filled the front with knives and more weapons. Seriously this is too much where the hell is all this coming from? Then a small head with bright yellow eyes bobbed its way out of one of her shoes. "You know, curiosity killed the cat." And she lifted the small feline out of the shoe and dropped it into the bag, leaving it partly unzipped for air. "Ok, Kisuke said there were 5, and since two are here, I'm assuming one is still in the van, which means… we have a couple more rats to take care of." A vibrating noise was heard across the room and her eyes darted towards it. Carefully walking towards the sound, she picked up her phone and opened it with a snap. "What is it?"
"Yoruichi, my dear, how are things?"
"Well, I'm sure you have a pretty good idea, Mother."
"Now, now, I'm only doing this for your benefit. I'm not interested in hurting you or Urahara; after all we wouldn't want scars in your wedding photos would we?" Yoruichi's brow connected in frustration.
"I'm not getting married."
The voice on the other line was no longer sweet and pleasant, and instead it called out in rage. "You listen to me, I'm your mother and I will not have you ruining our name. We are the proud Shihouin family, and you will get married and have children to pass on that name. Understood?"
"Ha, proud? You're a psychopath, you always have been. Which is one of the reasons I hate you so much, I can't believe you killed Soi's family."
"… I had no choice."
"Liar, you did have a choice. And if you had done the right thing maybe we would be on better terms right now, and I wouldn't be here painting my walls with your men."
"You think I care if you like me? You're such a rotten brat, you always have been, now listen, I have something that might interest you. The girl, we have her. You'll go through with the wedding understood?" Tires outside squealed as they left a dark black smear across the pavement, the black van out front raced off down the street, and Yoruichi sprinted out of the bedroom thumping down the stairs and kicked the basement door down. Reaching the foot of the steps, she found Urahara unconscious by the hastily discarded rug, and the open door to the safe room. The phone in her hand shot back up to her ear.
"You listen to me you sick son of a bitch; if I find one scratch on her I'll shoot you myself you got that?"
"Do we have an agreement?"
"Yes." She looked back over at Kisuke and threw the phone at the wall, smashing the plastic and watched as the battery slid across the fresh red tiles.
… I don't know what happened either.
"Stay turned for previews of next week's episode, which will tie into this action packed disaster. Clash of the Shihouin!"
Bull, I really don't know what's gonna happen, stupid cliff hanger.
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