Chapter 5

Aizen was not amused. When he walked in to the club to work over his charms and money on the legendary DJ of Tokyo, he was snubbed, sneered at, and then told that Raging Hornet wasn't going to come into work for at least a week; when he asked for the address the bartender seemed to oblige.

Now he was standing in front of a sign covered in graffiti that read, LOSER, in big block letters. His regularly calm face morphed into one of anger before he started screaming expletives, took out a 9mm pistol and shot the sign until his clip was out. The small holes in the sign and in the graffiti seemed to calm him down as he walked away. Besides, he was one of the richest and most influential men in show business, how hard would it be to get a little boy under his control and suck him dry for profits?

"Not very," he answered his own question.

He had no idea of the hell he was about to go through for even trying to get to their family member.

Soifon only rested away for two days before returning to school, one dark bruise laid under her eye and she was moving stiffly, but the young woman couldn't stand laying in bed doing nothing a moment longer. The only thing she regretted about her choice to return to school was her escort.

Renji and Ichigo stayed close, telling her random tidbits of information about what had happened in the club the two nights she wasn't deejaying, using of course some level of subtleness. But the worse was Yoruichi, who had decided to take it upon herself to be the one who carries all of Soifon's things until first period, the two boys would help her throughout the day to carry it after since Soifon always shared one class with at least one of the two and their homeroom was next to hers.

Now here she was limping to school, with three of the most popular people out there. Two guys that were servers at one of the hottest teen clubs in Japan, and the new owner of the said club. Soifon couldn't help but be confronted by the thing she hated most from people.

Attention.

People were staring at her like a side show circus freak, mutters were low, some glared, others were surprised, but the dominating expression on most faces was confusion. They were confused as to why this girl who most only knew as Gin's punching bag was surrounded by those of the higher standing in their high school society. Then a witness to the events of two days previous started telling the story, others heard and it began to spread like wildfire. Soon anyone who cared to listen knew of what happened yesterday and know people knew why Kira, Omaeda, and Gin had come into school with bandages, bruises, and worse attitudes then ever. Soon most people dismissed the treatment from her three escorts as pity on their part and watched in amusement as Soifon walked shyly, feeling like a fish out of water. It was true about what they said, high schoolers were vicious sadists.

Finally the four reached Soifon's homeroom, class 2-A, Ichigo and Renji dismiss themselves and Yoruichi followed Soifon into the classroom before setting the younger woman's things next to the respective desk. Soifon sat down carefully and sighed, she could now rest for a little before class began.

'But first,' She thought, 'I have to thank her as to not have groupies on my back.'

"Thank you Yoruichi-sempai," Soifon said evenly, hoping to not attract more attention then she already had received.

Too bad Yoruichi didn't care for such hopes.

"Aww come on Soi! We're friends you don't have to call me sempai!"

Soifon wished for a quick death right there and then as the sound of heads snapping toward her filled the air. A few people fell to the ground suffering from whiplash while the others stared with jaws hanging right open. Some girls seemed furiously angry, others were severely jealous. Boys had no time to notice the smaller woman, eyes were glued to Yoruichi.

Soifon just let her head rest on the desk, not acknowledging Yoruichi statement and hoping that the older woman would just leave before anything else happened. But Soifon was never one to have much luck in life and instead felt a smooth hand rub soothingly at her back, she whimpered softly at the touch until a chorus of gasps and the loud school bell forced her eyes open. She sat up as quickly as she could and hissed in pain as her chest contracted painfully. Yoruichi stood next to her before giving the younger woman a wink and heading off, hand sliding slowly off Soifon's back. Soifon knew what just happened and she felt slightly sick because she knew what came next. She counted down slowly and as soon as she thought of the number one, the sound of chairs simultaneously sliding out from their desks filled the air and footsteps pounded toward her.

A hand grabbed at her collar and she winced, her hands coming up automatically and shoving the owner of the offending hand away. People gasped at her actions before she was assaulted with words.

"Oh well, see who's acting like a bitch now that she's friends with some folks at the club!"

"You worthless thing, you don't even have a last name! Why are you hanging out with people clearly better than you?!"

"Why was Yoruichi rubbing your back?"

"Why were Ichigo and Renji following you around?"

"You're friends with Yoruichi-sama?!"

"Who the hell do you think you are pushing Chizuru like that?"

Soifon groaned mentally and clenched her fists under her desks, trying to block the other students out by focusing on one spot on her desk but to no avail as the girl she pushed slammed her hand down on the desk and caused her to jump slightly, her head snapping up to look at the girl standing in front of her desk.

The girl, Chizuru, eyed her with an expression of distaste and clearly was not impressed.

She pushed her glasses up slightly on her nose and spoke, "You're nothing special, Yoruichi-sama is probably just pitying you since you have no friends here and are beat up by that pathetic loser Gin and his crew of idiots."

Soifon just rolled her eyes and went back to focusing on her desk. Chizuru's eye twitched in annoyance and was about to yell at the girl in front of her before a booming voice sounded in the classroom.

"Leave Miss Soifon alone and sit in your seats right now students," A commanding voice with a kind undertone rang out as their teacher entered the room.

Mr. Komamura stood before the class and smiled slightly, his unusual canines were his quirk as a teacher along with his endearing attitude toward teaching. Soifon smiled slightly in gratitude at the man and slowly took out some paper to take notes as class began.

Soifon still regretted her choice of an escort as the day went on, the attention was still on her throughout the day, and she strangely kept feeling that smooth, soft hand gently rubbing down her back, it was slightly disconcerting, but she dismissed it. She had no time to muse on those thoughts, she had more important things to deal with, like recovering so she could get back to work.

Soifon couldn't help but sigh a big sigh of relief when she was a good block away from school though. The accident had been on wednesday, and now it was friday. A good two days lay ahead to recover without her fellow students dogging her or insulting her for what had gone on. She muttered a tired goodbye to her fellow employees, and dare she think it, to her somewhat brothers and kept walking along the sidewalk with Yoruichi. The walk was pleasantly silent until Yoruichi turned down the path to head towards the hospital.

"Where are you going Yoruichi-san?" Soifon asked, eying the older woman suspiciously.

"I'm taking you back to the hospital to be treated of course," Yoruichi answered simply.

"I'm not going back there," Soifon announced narrowing her eyes when it seemed like Yoruichi was going to try and force her there.

Yoruichi sighed and sized up Soifon with her eyes, "You know what, fine. If you don't mind me being your caretaker."

Soifon rolled her eyes, it couldn't be worse then that god awful sterile white place for breeding death.

A/N: Happy New Years beloved reader and hopefully reviewer! Worked a bit of over time to get this in on New Year's eve and I hope it isn't too bad. Well, I welcome in the New Year typing. I hope you guys have a great whatever it is you do and that all your New Year's resolutions are carried through!