Chapter 6

Soifon groaned as she woke up that Saturday morning, her stiff joints and dark bruises not making it easy to push herself into a sitting position. She winced when she finally made it upright and sighed. The hard part was over, and now it was time to get up. Soifon raised herself up on unsteady legs and stumbled when pain shot up her legs, she shut her eyes tightly as the floor came rapidly into sight, her bruised arms coming forward to hopefully lessen the pain of her fall. But when she hit something soft instead of tough, unforgiving wood, she shyly opened her eyes and slowly stepped back. Big breasts covered by bright orange flooded her view and a bright red blush lit up her face, surprise nearly causing her to fall backwards if not for a steadying hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her back into the big orange globes, her head coming to rest against the soft mounds of flesh. Soifon felt blood rush quickly to her cheeks, before the rush began to dizzy her and she fell unconscious.

Yoruichi blinked as the petite girl fell against her and it took the older woman a second to realize that she had passed out. Yoruichi gingerly grabbed Soifon's arms and held her up right before shaking her lightly, hoping to revive her. When she had no such luck a terrible odor hit her nose. Soifon stank. Badly. She grunted as she picked the younger woman up into her arms, wincing as a small whimper of pain emitted from Soifon's mouth, indicating that she was not being as careful with the girl as she thought she was. She walked toward the bathroom and stared at the door, making a difficult choice.

She could bathe the younger woman, it would be quick, easy and simple. But she risked the anger of the younger woman, and she would also need to undress her as well... A flash of the first morning she had spent with Soifon came to mind. She had already seen her naked and vice versa...

'So then it's ok!' Yoruichi thought, her twisted logic serving her current purpose.

She stripped the girl down gently, bruises covered the younger woman, and anger stoled in Yoruichi's heart, even though she had no idea why. It was as if someone had kicked a kitten right in front of her, only much more personal. She lowered her into the tub and turned on the water, a stream of warm water flowed into the bath and Yoruichi sat there waiting for the appropriate water level before getting a good amount of water cupped in her hands and splashed Soifon in the face. The younger woman sputtered and sat up violently, causing water to slosh over the side of the tub.

"Careful Soi," Yoruichi said in an amused tone, "You're naked."

Soifon's response was a fist in the face and a scream to get out. Yoruichi stumbled out laughing, because Soifon's face was red the whole time. She looked in the small mirror she had in her room and decided that the black eye was well worth it.

A few hours later...

Yoruichi blinked as she heard the scratching of records downstairs, hypnotic in the mixes of hollow sounds with sharp scratches. She wandered downstairs to see Soifon scratching, her face serene in her dancing fingers, Yoruichi was lost in the spell until the records screeched hideously and Soifon fell down to her knees, clutching her torso. Yoruichi felt herself sprint over as Soifon took a gasping breath, tears of pain collecting as her chest throbbed painfully.

Yoruichi carefully gathered the girl into her arms and spoke softly, "Careful there, breathe, you're fine, just breathe."

Soifon slowly felt the ache give away to a pounding in her heart. She softly muttered thank you and moved to pull away as Isshin, Ichigo and Renji walked in to set up. The three men stared calmly before Renji yelled triumphantly and demanded five hundred yen from Ichigo. The orange-haired teen growled and pointed an obstinate finger at the two girls on the floor.

"Oh come on! That is not proof that Soifon is a lesbi-" Ichigo cut himself off as a small asian woman's fist sailed into his chin, and his only consolation was another harder fist heading for Renji's stomach.

Soifon's chest heaved angrily as she stood over the two boys and glared, "Leave me out of your bets, and leave my sexuality out of ANY of your thoughts!"

The two boys only groaned in pain as an answer, Soifon nodded and smiled viciously, pleased with her handy work.

"I take it you're good to deejay today Soifon?" Isshin said laughingly.

Soifon nodded over-enthusiastically, her hands twitching in anticipation, she knew it had barely been three days since she had last preformed, but she needed to do something before she lost her damn mind! Isshin grinned and ruffled the girl's hair, though his eyes clung to the dark bruise on her cheek.

His grin faded and he gave her his full attention, "Who did that to you?"

His voice was dark and menacing, his eyes twinkled something evil and his muscles were tense with anger. He suddenly snapped his head over to his son, "Ichigo, was this your fault?!"

There was no chance to answer as he leaped into the air to attack his son with a flying kick. Ichigo twitched and dove to the side before his father could clip him in the side and Ichigo returned the kick violently, yelling that he was an idiot for even suggesting that he would hurt Soifon. Yoruichi blinked and stared as father and son fought half-heartedly.

She looked over at the slightly amused woman next to her, "I take it this is normal?"

"You have no idea," Renji chimed in before Soifon could speak.

The younger woman just rolled her eyes and began to set up before Yoruichi pulled her away to the side.

"What to do you need Yoruichi-san?" Soifon asked her hands still enclosed gently around her favorite records that she would play today.

"Are you sure you're okay to deejay today, you are still a bit bruised up," Yoruichi said in a stale tone, but the sincere worry that leaked through made Soifon feel strangely warm.

Yoruichi had guaranteed herself that Soifon would either scowl at the very question or brush her off, but instead the younger woman smiled softly.

"I'm fine to spin today, but thank you for your concern," Soifon spoke in a serene voice and walked back to the spin table.

Yoruichi though leaned against the closest thing there, a table, and struggled to reopen her throat that had closed as Soifon had spoken. Her heart pounded happily and she needed to stand there for a while to regain her composure. Soifon sorted through her records a few yards away, most of them in English. She loved the strange foreign language since the first moment she had heard the exciting beats and strange words and sounds. It made her blood pump and filled her with the desire to know what they said, and so she learned the strange tongue. They also connected her with her father, the strange language he had spoken in to many people outside of the club.

She scowled at the thought though as her heart hardened. She nearly forgot that it was not her father that had spoken English outside this club those few years ago. Her father died long before his body did, and she would have given anything to understand why. Soifon blinked as a sharp pain brought her attention to her left hand that had been clenched so hard she had drawn blood.

'He's dead and gone, nothing to worry about any longer. Today I get back to forgetting, I get back to doing what I do best, mixing music and moving people to my own beat.'

Once Soifon had set up her table she walked upstairs to treat her hand and get ready for opening time. Just another day at work; and slowly a smile appeared on her lips.

The streets buzzed with DJ R.H.'s triumphant recovery and Aizen smirked. Tonight was his chance and he wouldn't lose it, he was going to leave 'El Sonido' with that DJ signed into his production company, or his name was not Aizen Sosuke.

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