Takes place before Yoruichi-sama leaves Soul Society
I own naught but my words
The knife fell, hit the ground with a small clang the weight instantly left the pouch at her side. It had been hanging out of the flap for a while now and she could've caught it had she wanted to but she hadn't. She had simply dropped it, let it fall. Soi Fong leaned down picked up the dagger swirled it between her fingers a smile on her young face.
"Here Yoruichi-sama."
Something she dropped. Would the girl smile like that after she left would she smile at all?
"Eh, I don't want that knife."
She gave no reasoning it was simply something she dropped. If she dropped something else would she be able to catch it? Would she be able to go back and pick it up? Soi Fong just stared at the dagger she held in her hand, pulled it back to her, placed it with her equipment.
"I'll just hold it for you until you feel the need to retreive it Yoruichi-sama."
"Ha! I have plenty of knives."
Yes, she did but that knife was the one she dropped. The woods were thick around them and there was nothingness. No sounds or smells nothing unusual, nothing usual. Nothing.
"I'll keep it anyway."
Her face was silent, nothing, like what surrounded them. If she left with Urahara she knew Soi Fong wouldn't smile anymore. How could she do that to her?She would drop her, like that knife, she didn't want to. Helplessness was this feeling. She didn't have a choice, had promised Kisuke. She felt her arms, body, mind move without warning, felt Soi Fong's warmth and the firmness of their bodies pressed together against a tree. She leaned down just enough, felt Soi Fong's hair on her cheek. This was real, this wasn't nothing. Whispered deep and low,
"Please don't let me drop you."
Skin as pale as snow but warm as fire ran over her, maybe pushing her away, maybe desperate to have her closer. Yoruichi didn't know anything except that she was burning and it had never been like this.
Serious dark eyes that held her there. Held her there within the nothing close to a deceptively warm body. Her black hair smelled like curry and her pale skin tasted like moonlight. Skin, teeth, tounge, eyes, hair, clothes, color, sound. How could she leave her? Bring her tears, stop her smile, freeze her heart. It couldn't be described as fire anymore, oerhaps it was so cold it burnt. The guilt and sorrow, so cold, like ice, like her heart would become. Fire and Ice and Wind and Earth. The nothingness was gone.
"This is my promise to come back and pick you up."
K.S