The Dance

Soi watched from across the room, too scared to be noticed or speak up, too bold to stand back and blend with the scenery of wasted businessmen hoping to get lucky behind the beaded curtains of the private rooms. Her jeans were riding low on her slim hips, the fingertips of the surrounding, horn-dogged drunks dipping in every chance they got as they danced out of beat with a song they had never heard before. Each one of them were clearly too old to be seen in a club like this. They only raised their half empty glasses and beer bottles above their empty heads, swaying their bodies with little grace to a rhythm known only to them. Burning Soi from within, threatening to steal away her sanity, a spark was ignited from the foreign hands that traveled over her lover's flawless skin; flesh that was only meant for her hands and for her eyes and for her tongue only.

Dark eyes, cutting through the poorly lit club stuck to her, though she was surrounded by both men and woman, more beautiful than Soi, she taunted her, bragged of Soi to the men that kept close lips to her ear as they grappled her hips while they grinded their heat against her. She, of course, put up little of a fight. The woman in front of her slung their hair as they turned to monitor the peace of meat her loose lips sang about, laughing as they turned back, asking if Yoruichi was serious when she told them who she was here with. Finally, Soi had enough of this game and turned her back to her lover; one of the worst defensive moves she could have played. This showed weakness for one, not to mention it would keep her mind racing, having her to look back twenty times a song, each time being greeted with the eyes of a soulless succubus that had the tightest grip on Soi's seemingly delicate soul, refusing ever to surrender control.

As soon as Soi's ass hit to stool, her forehead hit the bar. She felt someone approach her. At a bar, it wasn't rare, but she still denied the visitor any sort of polite recognition. Soi didn't even jerk when she felt the frail and somewhat familiar fingertips playing with one of her intricate braids.

"Hmm... well let's see. You are...sitting at the bar alone... I haven't seen you go dance all night or even crack a smile for that matter. And there is this frightening concentration of horny, sweaty... meat over in the corner, attempting to dance.... or gangbang, I'm not quite sure. You must be with Yoruichi tonight, am I right?" Dumbly, Soi nodded to her regular bartender as she went off without request to make Soi's favorite drink. "It's a shame. She is.... pure poison, I hope you know. God bless her, she makes those boys buy drink after drink, knowing full and well that not one has a chance in hell of getting in her pants. Though…I haven't had this much play on a Tuesday in months, but the shitty thing is she's stealing my tips. I could have sworn I saw some green going into those jeans."

Soi chuckled over the rim of her glass, breathing in the deep fumes of the tequila and orange juice concentrate. Seichi always doubled the drink whenever she was with Yoruichi, either to get her out of here quicker, or to relieve some of the pain inflicted by her promiscuity. "How's life, Sei?" she mumbled, barley interested. Soi didn't know if it was the lack of respect she had obtained of woman, or the fact she saw no one other than Yoruichi whenever she was out, but she could not find the leanest and poutiest lipped woman attractive anymore. Any real lays were sloppy and boring until she finally stopped and only waited until Yoruichi wanted to play.

"No. No bar time pleasantries. Come on. Business is slow right now... after this song my bar will be raped for drinks. Now why are you out with her rather than Koji?" Thinking it over for a second or two she corrected herself. "No, I mean, why do you hang around someone who makes you do nothing but sit and drink or someone who makes you laugh and, face it, gets you laid, because you surely don't try hard enough." Interrupting Soi's growl, Sei was beckoned by the sound of fingertips drumming on the wooden flesh of the bar only inches away. Seichi tousled Soi's hair again before refreshing the drunk's cup that sulked in the corner of the bar. "This is your last one buddy. You're paying that tab tonight."

"Women, Sei, Just… women. You wouldn't understand." She mumbled grudgingly over the rim of her glass. Tipping the bottom up, the smooth, ass kicking liquor passed through her lips; the liquid velvet slid down her throat and warmed her stomach that had been aching and churning all night. Seichi was a good friend: she didn't water down any of Soi's drinks.

"Mhm. Yeah, okay. I don't know at all, right?" Seichi asked, sarcasm lacing her voice as she laughed quietly. Soi looked at her, smile crooked, eyes skeptical. Seichi whipped out the dirty towel from her back pocket and began to swab the counter. Growing more agitated by the second, Soi itched to know the secret, the gossip lying just under the skin of her mutual friend.

"What did you do, Sei?" Soi nearly squealed, grabbing her Seichi's arm from behind the counter, pulling her back towards her. Willingly, she returned to Soi's front, too close for comfort. Soi backed away a few inches, not in disgust, but rather in surprise. Seichi's breath bathed Soi's lips, her mouth watering and her tongue dancing behind her lips.

"I had… a fearless streak once. I met this girl during spring break and we… went absolutely crazy." Seichi laughed as she began to play with the fingers still draped lightly over her arm. Was she… flirting, Soi thought. Pulling her fingers back, Soi felt her ears ignite. She was a horrible blusher as Yoruichi had proved recently. Seichi's mysteriously green eyes burrowed through her, turning and disturbing something deep within her that, since now, Yoruichi was the only one that could touch. Is she losing her grip on me? Am I going to be free, Soi sighed inwardly. Wishful thinking was al it was, soon the leash would tighten and she would be back at her master's side.

"What—ahem—what happened?" Soi stuttered, slowly withdrawing her hand and teasing her own hair, nonchalantly.

"Well... I met this girl a while ago. Always came in with this chick, hot as the day was long, but I could never take my eyes off of her partner. While everyone was staring lovingly at her 'escort' she pouted at the bar and... I guess I fell in love with her. We would talk for hours before 'the master' came to take her home and... um... well I can only guess, if you know what I mean. I couldn't think of anything else until she walked through those doors again."

Transfixed by the pounds of implication that poured over Soi, she stared in awe, barley able to form words. She nodded, the only thing she could manage, urging Sei to continue. "Eventually she started talking to me more and more, but her appearances at the bar become few and far between." Sei sighed heavily, elegantly tossing her dark chocolate tresses out of her shining emeralds. "And then she stopped showing up all together for about two weeks." Her last sentence was one of finality. The story couldn't be over, could it? Confidence began to bubble under Soi's thin flesh until she decided that she was able to speak.

"And… then…?" A hearty blush tore through Soi's helpless body, leaving no pore unsaturated by the unwanted crimson. Seichi smiled at Soi's innocence before divulging her hidden past. They were both so involved in the storytelling, that they didn't even realize the song had come to an end.

"Well… then—"

"Hey, lovely. Why aren't you dancing with me?" Long strong arms surrounded Soi, almost making her jump out of her skin. While talking to Sei, she had forgotten the flashing lights, the loud music, the sickening smell of vomit and alcohol, and even…Yoruichi. An occurrence that did not come often enough.

"I'm sorry. You didn't look very lonely out there, as far as I could tell." Soi mumbled, pushing back into Yoruichi, burrowing into her warmth. Without wavering once from the mild harshness in Soi's voice, gold met grey as she whispered so quietly Soi had to strain to hear her.

"I am always lonely without you." Soi waited for the punch line, the signature giggle, anything. As she searched Yoruichi's eyes for any sign of humor or deception, she fell short. In fact, in a refreshing change of pace, she seemed genuine and serious, loving and warm; she had seemed to have transformed into the person that Soi used to know and cherish. Soi turned to face Yoruichi, pressing her forehead against the older girl's and letting her body be guided into a gentle and unrushed kiss, so tender and intimate that Seichi turned away feeling as if she was intruding.

Just as they began to break apart, a rather slow, yet upbeat song flowed through club while, as Sei predicted, her bar was swarmed for drinks. With a flick of her wrist, Yoruichi's followers had suddenly…disappeared and it was only Yoruichi and Soi who existed in the word at that one moment in time. Everything was perfect, the way it used to be.

Soi's elbows rested lightly upon Yoruichi's shoulders as her fingers laced themselves in her flowing violet hair. Those shoulders that have yet to bear the weight that every set is not only entitled, but required to carry. In turn, Soi's shoulders were slumped, well…her whole body was. The only thing keeping her standing and swaying form side to side was Yoruichi's strong arms that encircled and supported her pressed against a familiar body she never wanted to let go of. Soi was captured by those amber crystals that studied her. They were pregnant with humor and ambition, as they usually were, but something else lurked there. Something that Soi lived from day to day to see: love. It melted Soi. The second she was in her arms, Soi's legs were essentially useless.

They danced together, as one; one heartbeat, one soul, one love. They wouldnt be able to pull apart from each other if they tried and, relunctantly, they had tried before. But , as expected, it all ended in disaster and their arms were soon full with each others' warmth once again. Soi felt herself meliting into the shape of Yoruichi, feeling herself throwing caution to the wind and giving up everything and anyhting that her goddess desired. At that moment in time, during that one breath they shared, life was perfect. There was no one else around them, no work, no responsiblities, no obligations, no restractions, and, best of all, no regrets.

"What are you thinking about, Yoruichi?" Soi asked, mildly concerned by the mischievous glint in her eye and the toothy grin that slid across her dance partner's gentle features.

"You. And how beautiful you still are." To hide her flattered smile, Soi laid her head against her lover's neck and tightened her arms around her, as if she was afraid of letting go. "And how long it's been since I made you scream my name. Or black out from an orgasm." Soi stiffened in her arms, but refused to lift her head. Yoruichi was worried that she had crossed a line, until she felt the rising heat of Soi's forehead scorching her shoulder.

"There are…people, Yoruichi." Soi growled, or attempted to. Her voice shook with new found lust, still coursing through her veins as the image Yoruichi had planted in her mind remained.

"C'mon." Yoruichi eased Soi's weight back to her feet and gripped her hand as she moved through the crowd as a raindrop would through a cloud. She guided her lover towards the back of the club; the wall decorated with thousands of strings of beads and sheets of sheer curtains. Smoke spilled out of one or two of the private rooms that were sheathed by the flimsy barriers as hushed moans came out of another. Soi remembered this spot well, in fact it had been the setting of many dreams and…even more nightmares. As promised, Yoruichi slid past the beads of the third hole in the wall from the left, and pulled Soi with; to the place where they first made love.

Yoruichi pulled Soi into her lap, lounging on the tacky teal couch that bordered the tight room. "I've been dreaming of this for weeks." Her thin lips traced Soi's long neck, careful and patient, as they caressed the shell of her ear. Soi shivered, unable to control her body anymore, not as long as she was within her goddess' grip. Feeling the pressure of the dark fingers that teased her chin to the side, Soi obediently complied, eagerly greeting the velvet tongue that slipped past her lips with her own.

Suddenly, the actions that had ignited a burning passion within Soi stopped; with no warning. A squeal of disappointment fell from her throat as she searched the lips that had teased hers so seductively. Yoruichi laughed at her lover before tucking her chin in the younger's shoulder and pulling her slim waist into her. "Do you remember the first time we came here?" Of course she remembered it. She couldn't forget it no matter how hard she tried.

A/N: Ok so I had a flash back that went with this but it was getting too long and I was rushing myself because its been a while since ive updated so. Don't kill me if the chapter is a little empty. Ill try

And Im sorry to those who are saying that they don't like the idea of Yoruichi being so manipulative and Soi so weak. I do too. But I have had writers block for a solid 6 months or so and I put their names and descriptions in a story I was already writing. Im just hoping that you keep reading because it will twist very very soon.

Thanks for reading people.

~The Junkie