46.
Title: Noble Woman
Prompt: None
Pairing/Character(s): Younger Soi Fon, Yoruichi
Word Count: 272
A/N: Yes, I called her Shaolin. This is set before she becomes Onmitsukido, so she isn't Soi Fon yet. A request from ru-kujaku. Sorry for the shortness again, but I've been busy, and I didn't have all that much to write about this Soi Fon. And I know the quality's bad today, so please bear with me.
She watched the palanquin pass by with rapt attention and sparkling eyes, enraptured and awed by it, and the crest that adorned its shimmery side, the familiar sigil of the Shihoin clan.
The only thing that she would ever gaze upon with that look would eventually not be the palanquin, but the girl inside of it. The mischievous, trouble-making, enigma of a girl whose name was Shihoin Yoruichi. But that was eventually, and not quite yet. For now, she looked at the Shihoin heiress as if she were just another accessory to the ensemble.
Which, in part, she was. It was her ensemble, after all. Where it went, she went, and vice versa.
When she wasn't the Onmitsukido Commander, of course. But that was a seemingly nonexistent part of her in the light of the staunch and starchy celebrations of the wealthier noble houses. Perhaps that was a skill in and of itself. She was Onmitsukido, after all. Appearing naturally in various environments is just an extension of being a spy.
Mentally, Shaolin forgot for a moment that it was the quick attacks and assassinations that were the specialty of Onmitsukido, not spying, though it's not like they didn't gather intelligence. Just not like that.
Maybe she was so enraptured by the wonderful charisma that Yoruichi exuded, the want to be near her and to help her in any way possible.
She just seemed so delicate when she was like this. Dressed like a noble woman, in glitzy jewels and finely threaded kimonos. Someone to be protected. Someone she could protect, if she only trained hard enough.
So came Feng Shaolin's resolve.
