Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

Me: I'm back with a warning. It's always been there but the warning is, well, I dunno. I'm trying make the story go into the direction I want but so far, it's not being very tamable. (sweatdrops)

Nhung: Who cares about that?! Just write the damn story and fuck all the haters! If they don't like it, they won't read it!!

Me: (shrinks away) …But I don't wanna fuck anyone. I'm only 13.

Nhung: You know what I mean, baka! Besides, you may as well be raping someone right now!

Me: OMFG! Nhung, what are you saying?!

Nhung: Heck, you could be looking at PORN! HENTAI!!

Me: I think I'm gonna faint…

Yoruichi: Can we get on with the story, here? I wanna see Soi…

Nhung and Me: O.O

Yoruichi: (yawns) What?

Me: Nhung, do you see who I see?

Nhung: O.O Uh huh…

Yoruichi: look at the time. The story should be starting soon.

Soi: Hey, you two! Get away from Yoruichi-sama!

Me and Nhung: O.O OMFG

Me: Nhung, get my camera.

Soi and Yoruichi??

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Chapter11: What's Forgotten Can Be Precious

A 10 year-old Yoruichi walked side-by-side with her mother into the orphanage. Her mother resembled the future her, beautiful, dazzling, and clever in every way possible. Her mother liked helping people which explained why she and her daughter visited these orphanages. The Shihouin family was known and highly respected, with the father in business deals and the mother, a helpful and kind woman despite being rich she wasn't heartless and never carried herself like a spoiled snob.

"Mom, can I go play now?" whined the girl and her mom just smiled.

"Sure, honey, but don't get into trouble, all right?"

"Yes, mom!" Yoruichi chirped and happily skipped away while her mom went to talk with the staff that worked here.

A few minutes later, the young Yoruichi was giggling with playmates but her eyes caught someone. A girl, younger than her, was sitting alone by the window. She was staring out as if she was thinking hard about something and Yoruichi couldn't help but think she needed a friend.

The girl in question had jet-black shoulder-length hair with bangs that went straight across her forehead. Her eyes, the young girl saw, were a polar grey and reminded her of clouds. Yoruichi knew her own were golden yellow and it reminded her of the sun. 'A sun with clouds go well together,' she thought, 'That's good weather to play with friends.'

When she approached the girl, however, she instantly glared at Yoruichi and scooted further away. The 10 year-old wasn't giving up easily , though. She marched right up to the shorter girl and sat down, her eyes looking out the window just like her. "What's your name?" she asked nicely. She was trying to make conversation.

The girl, no matter how old she is, frowned and crossed her arms. "Go away," she said and refused to even glance at Yoruichi.

Angered by this, Yoruichi told her, "That's not nice. I was only trying to be friends with you."

This time she did look at her. "I don't need any."

The cocoa-skinned girl blinked. "You don't want friends?"

"Friends aren't important," the younger girl said matter-of-factly, "They'll leave one day, so what's the use of having one?"

Yoruichi pondered this. This girl was confusing. She didn't want friends? "I'll be your friend anyways. I won't leave you."

At this, the black-haired girl gave her a skeptical glare. Yoruichi couldn't help but giggle and that made the small girl give her a weird look. "My name is Yoruichi Shihouin," she said with a goofy smile that in one or two years, would form into a playful grin. "Now, can you tell me your name?"

The girl seemed to think about this, her silver keen eyes looking Yoruichi up and down. "Shaolin," she said after a brief pause, "My name is Shaolin Fong."

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"Shaolin, do you remember when we first met?"

"You mean when you were so persistent?" The two were in Shaolin's room of the orphanage where all the other kids and staff were wary of. People who visited Shaolin were known to come back with a lump on their head or an occasional black eye.

The 11-year old Yoruichi chuckled. "You were stubborn back then, too. Well, you still are actually." She laughed when the girl shot her a glare. "Ne, Shaolin, when's your birthday?"

The 9 year-old girl blinked. "Why do you wanna know?"

"Aw, come on, little bee," the older one whined, "You know mine's on New Years, but you never told me yours!" Little Bee was a nickname Yoruichi had given the girl when she found out Shaolin had a passion for honey. Meaning, honey was a way of bribery. Not only that, but the jar of honey always seemed to disappear when anyone needed it. Though, Yoruichi knows where it went…

Shaolin sighed. She never knew why Yoruichi asked so many questions. Why the older girl wanted to know her birthday was beyond her but when she found a present underneath her pillow the next day (her birthday had passed two weeks ago), she was overjoyed the first time in 2 years since she was dumped into the orphanage.

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"Sorry, I'm late Shaolin! But mom had to get groceries and father--"

"It's fine, Yoruichi-san--"

"No 'san' Shaolin. How many times do I have to tell you?" Yoruichi chuckled.

The shorter girl blushed adorably but continued, "Well then, Yoruichi, I have something to tell you."

"Sure," the girl said cheerfully as she flopped down on Shaolin's bed. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Well…," Shaolin looked down to the floor, "I was…thinking…" Yoruichi nodded, her eyes on her friend as she watched Shaolin squirm nervously. "I…" she took a deep breath and announced, "I'm planning to escape."

Silence.

The older girl blinked and started to sit up, eyes serious now. "Escape? Shaolin, what are you talking about?"

"I never liked this place," the other girl admitted while twiddling her fingers, "I was only here because my family died when I was 7 years old. I had no one so I was dumped here. I didn't have friends, and I never would have if you hadn't come along."

Yoruichi's eyes followed the girl's movements as Shaolin came to sit beside her. "It'll probably take a year for me to plan and get ready, but I wanted you to know. But you have to promise me, you can't tell anyone about this, all right?"

"S-Shaolin…"

"Yoruichi, I can't stay here. I know I'm just 10 years-old but I'll figure something out. I'm pretty smart, remember."

"But that's not it, Shaolin, I--" Yoruichi looked at her best friend, her chest tightening and her eyes becoming frantic. "Shaolin, how am I gonna see you?"

"It's not Shaolin, now. I'm changing my name to Soi Fong." She looked at Yoruichi apologetically. "I'd like to leave my past behind me."

"But… Aren't I part of your past, too?"

"Yoruichi, how could I ever forget you?"

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The 13 year-old Shihouin sighed. A year has passed since then and it wasn't easy to visit Shoalin, or Soi as she named herself now. Not only was Soi busy with her plans, but Yoruichi's family affairs were starting to take over her life. She was 13, after all.

"Soi," she whispered, the name still strange to her lips, "Please, don't leave without saying goodbye."

Soi put on a cap and covered it with her hood. She looked up at the night sky, a half moon glowing through the dark clouds. "I'm sorry Yoruichi," she said somberly, "but I can't wait much longer." With that, she made her way through the streets lamplights. It was only 10 minutes after Soi had vanished, Yoruichi arrived, breathless and fearful eyes searching the grounds. She had missed Soi, she knew.

The Shihouin dropped to her knees. She had always thought it would be her to leave, not Soi. They never said goodbye and her thoughts went back to her first meeting with Shaolin Fong.

"Friends aren't important," the younger girl had said matter-of-factly, "They'll just leave anyway, so what's the use of having one?"

Yoruichi wonders if Soi still believes that. If friends weren't important to her, does that mean she wasn't important to Soi? Was that why she didn't wait just a little longer for her? If she was important enough to Soi, then maybe they would've had one last meeting. Maybe.

Two years later, Yoruichi's mom dies and her father goes into turmoil. Soi Fong, having no time for herself, has never crossed the young Shihouin's mind as the nights of her drunk father and friends are too much to bear. The first time they came into her room, they had taken her, her father already knocked out from the large amount of alcohol he consumed in the kitchen. She was careful to avoid them from then on but the drunk nights, gambles, and gropes kept coming. It was when she was 17 years-old her father forced her into the stripping career.

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When Yoruichi awoke, she found herself oddly refreshed and blinked when she found she couldn't exactly move. She looked down and found two pale slim arms wrapped around her protectively, Soi's face dangerously close to hers. The stripper's breath hitched.

'What happened last night?' She was relieved to find that their clothes were still intact, a blush grew on her cheeks when she thought they had done that, but was thankful nonetheless. She yawned and unconsciously snuggled deeper into Soi's small frame, her ear pressed against Soi Fong's beating heart as it lulled her to sleep.

Though she was sleepy, she was thinking too much to fall asleep. They had told each other some small story of their past lives and found that they had indeed been best friends in the past. That was in the past and the exact words, "I'd like to leave my past behind me." popped into her mind. Soi Fong didn't mean to but she had forgotten the Shihouin and had absentmindedly threw her into the 'past' and never remembering her until tonight.

"Shaolin," the stripper spoke softly, "What are we going to do now?" She didn't know Soi Fong was awake, pretending to be asleep, as she listened to Yoruichi's aloud thoughts. The arms around the golden-eyed goddess quietly tightened.

About an hour later, Soi felt the woman in her arms fall asleep, and sighed as she buried her face into the mop of magenta hair. What were they going to do now? While she was playing with Kuukaku, Yoruichi was suffering as she watched her family crumble into dust when her mother had died. Her first time was a rape, and it was all because of her father that it happened. This made Soi Fong seethe. She had to do something. If she didn't, she would lose Yoruichi.

Soi Fong took one last look at the goddess and, hesitantly, placed a small kiss on the woman's cheek before slipping out from under the warm blankets. She need to make a call.

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Me: Hey, you think I should put Urahara in here? I think I should, but how?

Tina: Oooh, you gonna put him here Michelley?

Me: Once again, my name is Michelle with no 'y' at the end.

Tina: But it's cute!

Me: Moving on! (glares at Tina) I think I know how to get him here! (Urahara hat pops out of nowhere!)

Tina: (gasp) How did you get that?!

Me: I jacked it.

Tina: Really?! O.O

Me: No, you idiot, I bought it and don't ask me where, I have my sources. Now, he should be coming right about…

Urahara: My beautiful hat, come back to me!!

Me: Oh no, this one's mine!

In the background, you can hear the shopkeeper crashing into the wall, missing the hat by mere centimeters.

Me: Now, how to get him into the story…

Tina: (sweatsrops) Uh… Is he okay?

Me: Don't worry, if he can survive a swipe from a hollow, he can survive crashing into a wall.