Chapter 7
A relentless beat, rave music was tonight's theme and Soifon moved with every up and down of the song, as if entwined in a dance with someone invisible. She was disguised once again, catching the eye of many women and even some men. Her fingers were economical in their movements, not one moment wasted, each little twist of the thumb, extending of the pinky was meant for something bigger. Then there was a loud crack, Soifon's concentration broke and the records screeched painfully, forcing her to turn off the table, she looked toward the source of the crack and blinked as a man walked into the club and everyone on the staff tensed when Gin and Kira brought up his rear. People complained loudly, and when they did Gin and Kira began to flash guns. Aizen had come for business and damned if he was denied.
"Mister Hornet? I think it would behoove to come along with me for a little drive, lest my fumbling lackeys accidentally blow someone's face off."
Gin and Kira seemed angered by the statement but gave nothing more away as the sound of cocked guns filled the air. Soifon's eyes widened, she had only seen a gun once before, but she knew the devastation they could cause. The things they could sever, the people they could change. She shot Isshin a look and saw that he was helping people out of the club. When the club was clear Soifon stepped away from the table and Yoruichi grabbed her arm.
"Let go Miss. Shihouin" Soifon announced in her changed voice.
Yoruichi shook her head and growled, "You are not going to get in a car alone, not with him."
"It's not like you kno-" Soifon began to speak before being interrupted by Aizen.
"Ahh, Yoruichi-chan! I haven't seen you in months! Not since that messy break up between Urahara and yourself."
Yoruichi twitched violently and glared at the older man, "I had hoped never to see you again you sick bastard."
'Ok, so maybe she does know him... Maybe it would be wise to have her along after all...' Soifon walked toward Aizen whilst grabbing Yoruichi's hand and ignoring the strange electric feeling in her arm as she did so.
Yoruichi blinked before Soifon spoke to Aizen, who seemed like he was about to protest, "I go nowhere without my manager."
Yoruichi and Aizen spoke out in disbelief, "Manager?!"
Soifon shot Yoruichi a sharp look, "Yes. My manager."
Yoruichi smirked as she caught the look, 'Heh, smart move Soi.'
Soifon stared at the man and felt anger rise. Beside this man obviously being a snake in the grass there was something wrong about him and what was worse was that there was also something familiar about him. She smiled at Isshin and the rest of her fellow co-workers before continuing past Aizen, and heading outside where some of the clubers stood curious to what was about to happen. She waved and gave a lopsided smile to disarm the bunch and walked to the limosine that could only be Aizen's.
"Here's the plan, I've dealt with scum like Aizen before, but I always need help. We'll get in hear his proposal, and then I... Crap, here he comes, listen when I giive you the signal just roll with it." Soi ordered, resting aloofly against the car as Aizen strolled up.
"W-Wait, what's the signal?"Yoruichi whispered hurriedly.
"You'll know it when you see it." Was the only explanation the younger woman gave before casting an angry frown at Aizen, "You cut into the club's profits you asshole, so this better be good, right Yoruichi-San?"
Yoruichi slipped into the role of manager easily, glaring at Aizen as she did so, "Yes Aizen, my client is a very famous DJ with very expensive equipment, and we have no need to be bothered this way by the slimy likes of you."
Yoruichi swallowed a laugh as Aizen clenched his fists and barked at his two goons to open the door. The two scrambled forward and opened it and Soifon slipped in smoothly. Yoruichi shovved her way psat Aizen and took her place to Soifon's left. Aizen stepped in and stared at the two seated there. His ego flared and he began to smirk past his anger.
'Just a boy and a bratty woman, what easy prey. I can feel the cash falling into my hands as soon as i sign this little fool.' Aizen thought giddily.
Soifon held her guarded expression as Aizen's smirk crossed his face. Then it was there, a sudden memory. A dark night, outside the club, she was fourteen. It was the night her father had died the first time. That same smirk shown in the dark alley as she had peeked out and her father had spoken to the shaded, smirking, figure in the strange language she had heard him speak only a few times: English. A man was dragged out of the darkness by two tall men, and thrown onto the floor before the two receded back into the shadows. The man was young, and obviously beaten senseless, his face a bloody mess and he was teetering back and forth mumbling for mercy.
The order came next. The terrible order that had killed her father in her eyes.
"Kill him Fong."
A gun had been tossed at her father's feet. He did not hesitate, he did not even look remorseful as he picked up the gun and shopt the man dead. His face was only blank and along with her father the innocent Shaolin Fong had died. And the smirk of the man in front of her now told her who the man behind the murder of her innocence and of her father had been. She wanted to jump across the aisle and strangle him, kill him for the grief he had caused her instead she sat numbly, not listening to a word he spoke, only staring at the smirk. Finally she vaguely heard the words, 'well, what is your choice?'
It was time for the show to begin.
Soifon grabbed at her chest and gasped, "Oh, god my chest!"
She let herself fall to her knees on the floor of the limo, imitating grunts of pain. Yoruichi dropped to her side, and Soifon reached out, grabbing the older woman close so she could whisper as Aizen yelled for his two goons to stop the car, he couldn't have his meal ticket die when he thought he was close to having her in the palm of his hand.
As he yelled Soifon whispered hurriedly, "Tell him to get me to a hospital, ask for Dr. Retsu Unohana, and then tell him to leave."
Before Yoruichi could even get in the beginning of the sound of a letter, Soifon dropped herself carefully to the floor, making sure to keep her hat from falling off her head and keeping her secret as well as appearing knocked out. Yoruichi stared at her for a half second before a smile flashed across her face, 'Soifon, you are something else.' She adjusted the emotion on her face before yelling seriously at Aizen to go to the hospital. He barked the order and nervously eyed the 'boy' lying on the floor of his limosine. The car screeched into the emergency lane of the hospital and before Aizen could touch her, Yoruichi hoisted Soifon up, and bolted out the door into the hospital, right up to the front desk, leaving Aizen behind. And as the man tried to get out of his car, emergency workers rammed him as they hurried out to go save people. Aizen flew into the side door and was knocked unconcious.
Yoruichi panted softly before Soifon picked up her head, "Hey Isane, tell Unohana I say hi, I just needed to get away from a loser agent guy.
Isane laughed softly and nodded, "I will tell her. Your change of clothes is still in the employee area, you can go on and get them."
"Thanks," Soifon groaned at the rawness of her throat as she regained her regular voice.
Isane just nodded, Soifon jumped from Yoruichi's arms and began to walk down a side hallway.
"So, Soi, how do you know those two, Isane and Unohana?"
"They had treated my father when he was shot," Soifon said her voice changing from her stage voice to her regular one as the effects slowly faded and rawness hurt her abused throat.
Yoruichi went silent with slight discomfort as Soifon slipped into the employee area and went to one of the lockers there. She opened it and sighed as there were nice fresh clothes. She looked into the bathroom and paled. The curtains of the changing rooms were gone, and there was a cleaning lady in the bathroom. How could she change in front of her?! She would recognize her for sure becuase of the shirt and hat! She walked back out and frowned, peaking Yoruichi's curiousity.
"What's wrong?"
"The curtain for the changing room is gone."
Yoruichi rolled her eyes and pushed the younger woman into the bathroom and moved her along quickly, greeting the cleaning lady and explaining in brevity the need to change while blocking her line of sight. The lady nodded and Yoruichi ushered Soifon into a changing room and stood there waiting.
"Well?" Yoruichi asked, trying to prompt the girl to change.
Soifon stared, a blush spreading across her face, "Turn around."
Yoruichi smirked, "Fine."
She hummed happily since she was rewarded with a blush from the younger woman and waited impatiently for her to get finished. Soifon pushed past her when she was fully dressed and muttered that it was time to go. As they walked out they heard the sirens of police vehicles and looked off toward where they were coming from. Aizen was being ushered out of his bashed up limo and into a police car for obstructing an emergency vehicle lane. Yoruichi couldn't help but burst out laughing, which made Aizen look up from his string of curses and stare. Yoruichi had been standing there with a companion. One about the same stature as DJ RH, same skin tone and the same smirk he had seen back at the club.
'But DJ RH is a man! Unless... That explains the strange choice of clothes... But... Raging Hornet is a woman? And wait... She looks just like Fong...'
Before he could have any more thoughts, he was shoved roughly into the patrol car with his two lackeys. About to be taken down to the station. The whole ride there he dwelled on this revelation and slowly a smile came to his face. A malicious plan was forming in his mind, and once he posted bail, he could put it into motion.
A/N- Sorry for taking so long, school and life has been hectic. Have a nice day and I'll try to get the next chapter in faster.