The End

Soi gazed in the mirror at her drooping eyes, her disheveled hair, and the grimace that had been on her face since Yoruichi had last kissed her, fleeing back to the thick arms of her precious Urahara. She poked at her nearly flat chest wondering how much she would miss them. She peered down at her tattered sketch book, examining her most recent addition. It was Soi; her chest bulky and as hard as stone, her thin arms twice their size, and her slim hourglass figure in a straight "V" shape. Would she love her more if she was like this?

Would Yoruichi come fleeing into my arms if they were hard and hairy like his? Soi asked herself. Would she so readily rest her head on my chest if it were squared and toned as his was?

"You know… I don't think that would be a good look for you. You are more of a prince, less of a goon that lurks under a bridge." When Koji's words reached her ears, she stiffened, still unused to the way he would freely walk straight into her room, unannounced. They had been roommates for years, after Yoruichi had left her. Well… she never really had Yoruichi in the first place, eh? But even then, when Soi would lure strange (and strikingly similar to her goddess) woman to her bed, Koji would prance in, constantly unannounced, parading around the room as if he were a chicken with his head cut off: crying and wailing about a lost love. This, of course, would send the over-stayed visitor fleeing for her life in the other direction; a reaction that Soi took much pride in. Koji really did take care of her.

The only thing she could never get used to was the lack of clothes that he always boar whenever he let himself in. And, to make it worse, he wasn't much of a fan of boxers or even briefs for that matter. No. He simply loooved the man thong.

"Step off, Ko. It's just a drawing. It's not like I want to be a…guy or anything." She spat the word as if it were a piece of trash that needed to be ridden of her mouth.

"Hey, hey, girly. Don't take that tone of voice with me. Remember now, I'm part of that gender. Besides, not all men are Kisuke you know. Hey he called here last night. He sounds really nice. I really think that you—"

He was cut off by a pair of flaming grey eyes burning into his, striking his soul., robbing him of any ability to move or even breathe. Accompanying the menacing stare was a pair of impossibly strong arms, one propped against the wall, the other underneath his chin, holding the words still in his throat.

"Don't. Say. His. Name." She released him, but not from her stare. Fear filled him, an emotion he had never felt because of the frail woman in front of him, for the whole decade that he had known her. He had never seen this side of her. Was this really what Yoruichi could do to a person she supposedly loved, just by her actions, by her words? Could it have been possible after years under those extremely intense and cruel conditions of neglect and emotional abuse turned the frail, beautiful, and loving Soi into a terrorizing monster filled with hate and ire? It must have been because this was not the Soi that Koji had fallen in love with as a friend; this wasn't the person that he had confided nearly everything in.

Soi turned away, throwing herself on the bed violently, her loose hair dragging beneath her as she pushed herself against the wall. Koji stood there, somewhat proud of his surrogate sister. Though she had frightened him at first, it was the first time he had ever seen Soi blow up and completely loose control—or rather—gain it. Over the years she had plenty of reasons to, but she had held back.

"I'm kinda pleased by that, you know?" Koji said as he reclined on the bed across her outspread legs.

"Perv." Soi whispered, her eyes sliding shut. She had obviously taken way too much abuse over the years. It was beginning to take a toll on her.

"No. I'm serious. Through that whole ordeal with Yoru-chan and shit, you never exploded. Never. You never told her how you felt about….him. Hell you never really told her how you felt about her. My little Soi-chan's growing up… and growing some balls. Finally!" Soi laughed, though she had tried to suppress it.

"You know if she doesn't know by now I think I'm… doing something… wrong…" Soi winced at those familiar words. Had Yoruichi ever said the truth to Soi before; honestly? The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. She had used sensitive issues at topics to turn and twist Soi to bend to her will, but was the words and the meanings and feelings behind them…real?

"Know what?" Koji asked. He wasn't stupid, but she had never said it out loud either. He knew she was probably making the biggest mistake of her life, but if she had cause, he would let her go down the path of destruction freely, knowing that she is experiencing some sort of happiness. After all, she did deserve it now.

"God damn it, Koji!" She leapt from the bed, eyes pleading. "Don't you know? I would give my life for her; happily slit my throat and choke on my own blood if it would make her smile. I'm glad she has Kisuke. I wish it would have been me, but I'm fucking glad! She has someone to make her happy. Someone to hold her at night and to tell her everything's going to be okay. She has someone to wipe away tears and drown out the sound of the surrounding world. She has someone to make the scars not hurt…" She wrapped her arms around herself, leaning against the wall, sliding her eyes shut to restrain the thick tear building in her steel eyes.

"Scars…? Soi, don't you think that sounds more like you than it does her?" He asked, slowly approaching her, still cautious of the fire that smoldered just under her thin flesh. "You're the one with the scars aren't you?" Koji tilted towards her, his fingers ready to life the front of her baggy shirt, but was stopped short. She had jumped—literally jumped from one side of the room to the other, away from Koji. Her grey eyes were cloudy from recently shed tears, but they didn't burn with hate like Koji thought they would. No—they were filled with panic and alarm.

Koji felt sorry for her. She was so strong, so confused, so lost. But still, through all of her struggle and past all of the obstacles, she remained weak. That one flaw constantly holding her back from her dreams, from what she deserves, from what she is entitled.

"Don't…Koji… don't." Her arms trembled at her sides as she tried to straighten her spine. He tried not to take into account how absolutely miserable she looked; that would just make what he was about to tell her that much harder.

"He knows about you." He whispered, rising from his position on the bed, running his thumb across the edge of her shoulder. He took comfort in the fact that she didn't shy away from him. He was too much of a brother to her for him too get the cold shoulder too. It might have torn him apart more than the sight was so far.

"What?" Her head snapped up. Had she just destroyed Yoruichi's life? Had she just destroyed the love that she worked so hard to build with Urahara? But she hadn't seen him in over six years. How…

"I can hear the gears in your head buzzing. Stop thinking, Soi." Koji rested a hand on either side of her head, trying to hold the turning gears still so she wouldn't jump to any conclusions. "Apparently, Yoruichi doesn't like to shut up that often. And the topic is almost always you. He wants to meet you. He said something like he feels detached from Yoru-chan and connecting with her life outside of his might be the key to 'saving their relationship' I guess." Koji didn't want to see Soi go through this. He hated seeing her hurt and he hated Yoruichi a hundred times more for being the one that hurt her.

She slowly nodded her head, not resisting when Koji pulled her into his chest, stroking her loose hair. "I gotta do this, don't I Ko?" She choked out.

"Yeah, doll. You gotta do this. You gotta do this if you don't want…him to find you out." She straightened up out of his hold, wiping away the tears and sloppily fixing her braids.

"I'm gonna go for a walk. Don't wait up." Koji nodded and waited for his apartment door to slam shut. Glancing at the clock, he noted the time knowing that it would be the first time of many. Whenever Soi claimed to "don't wait up", the result was never a happy one Soi simply had no where else to go.

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"Mm… Not now Kisuke, I'm tired." Yoruichi pushed her politically correct lover back, rejecting the warmth that he offered. She loved him, but he wasn't the body that she wanted to feel at the moment. Actually, she had half a mind to walk out of their shared apartment and rush into the familiar arms that promised her undying pleasure. Yoruichi tried so hard to be strong for the both of them, to persevere through the hell and the separation, nearly a world that separated the two for days, weeks even. But sometimes it still wouldn't be enough. If Soi wasn't a physical part of her, easily accessed any time of any day, then it would finally be sufficient but until then…

"Hmph." He pouted playfully in the corner, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "You know you're always tired whenever you come back from Soi-chan's." Her admirer teased lightly.

"And your point is?" The tan goddess suppressed her knowing smile, finding humor in just how little Kisuke seemed to know. He had not sensed anything, his trust in Yoruichi never wavering, thinking that she was the most loyal and kind hearted person that he had ever laid eyes on. She tossed her dirty dishes into the sink, not caring if they stayed there for weeks on end, just knowing that her delicate hands would not be soiled by dishwater.

"No point. Just… my curiosity running wild." He hooked a finger past Yoruichi's belt, tugging her to him. She came willingly, knowing that she couldn't resist him for long: so why try?

"You better put a leash on that thing soon, Kisuke…" She pressed her body against him, making sure that he was able to feel every inch of her before teasing his dirty blond locks between her fingers. "It's gotten you into trouble before, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But the punishment I receive for it…" He paused to press his lips gently to hers. "…I will gladly take any day." His calloused hands slid over the muscled back, caressing her ass cheeks, dipping down occasionally to tease that spot that he knew so well.

"Is that all that's ever on your mind, Kisuke? Sex?" She smiled against his lips, pushing herself deeper into his knowing hands. At the comment, he pulled back from her, hands in the air, pleading innocence.

"Really, babe, really? You dry hump me in the middle of our kitchen with barely any clothes on and get offended when your intentions are fulfilled?" Offended, she poked her lip out to the point where he was afraid it would fall to the floor. She pricked at the clothes that wrapped her body so intimately. She bore the small green tank top and boxer briefs, the same tank that she had dawned that fateful night that determined the future of her and Soi's existence with each other.

"Salt! Sweat! Sugar on the asphalt! Our hearts are littering the topsoil! Tune in and we can get the last call! Our lives are cold! Salt! Sweat!..."

"Go to sleep, Kisuke. I'll—"

"Meet you there. Yeah. Yeah. Tell Soi-chan I said 'Hi'." He called making his way to the back room. When she was finally alone, she picked up her phone and dialed the last missed call.

Missed Call:.

The Hive

01:13 pm

Dec. 12, 09

"Hmm… She doesn't ever call me from her house phone, though. Maybe hers is dead.", She rationalized to the ring coming from her cell's speaker. Finally the reciver clicked, but there was only silence.

"Well, Bee I had no idea you would be calling me back this soon. You usua— Wha—Ko… Calm down. I cant understand you… What do you mean she hasn't been there all night? When did she leave?!" The somewhat obnoxious phone calls that Yoruichi always seems to get in the middle of the night never really raised any concern with Kisuke, not even when she would walk all the way to the other room just to answer it, but he had never heard her scream like that. Something had to be wrong.

"What the fuck, Koji! Did you call the police...? No. No. You start there… I'll start at the Toy Box and work my way to you."

He found her hunched over the desk in his den, the papers from his office scattered about her, her arms shaking as they supported her slowly weakening body and her knuckles going white around the handle of the phone. He almost expected the plastic to shatter in her threatening clutch.

"Yes. I'm calling to file a missing person's report…Five or six hours… Yes, bu—…This is nothing like her1 Why wont you help me?... But she might be dead by then… Fuck you, you worthless piece of shit! You better pray that she's alright or I'm ripping your fucking throat out, you understand me?"

"Yoru—ugh!" Kisuke was slung like a rag doll, tossed meaninglessly against the walls as Yoruichi fled from, crystalline tears falling in her wake. "W-Whats wrong?"

"Soi-chan!" Her strangled scream froze him where he stood. He had never heard this much desperation in his lovers voice, not when she lost her sisters, her parents, but now… there seemed to be no stronger pain that the strong girl had felt before. He was snapped back to reality once the apartment door slammed shut, leaving him to fester and worry will only his curiosity. Still confused and concerned from the woman he had fell so much in love with he picked up the phone and dialed the number that took no time to memorize.

"Salt! Sweat! Sugar on the asphault!"

"Damn it, Yoru-chan…" He sighed, defeated and helpless. "Stay safe, love…"

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Soi kicked the stone in front of her, watching it tumble and turn, collecting dust and dirt, taking on whatever anyone pleases to kick on it or toss it. The rock didn't have a say in how much shit he could be rolled through or how many people he would have stepping on his face and kicking him hard in the ribs. He just sat there and took it like society expected him to. There wasn't anyway that the rock could change its niche in the community. Its destiny was already set in place, merely waiting to be played out.

"I know how you feel, buddy." Soi tenderly lifted the stone in her fingers, turning it over again and again, admiring the shine it gave off even though it was coated with grime. It was flat, round, jagged edges sticking every this way and that, beautiful in Soi's eyes, hideous in another's. Just as Soi was. To anybody else she might seem plain, ordinary... and a little insane talking to a rock, but, always and forever, there would be one woman who would always make her feel beautiful, always make her feel wanted. Too bad she wouldn't hear from her in a week... maybe even a month or so.

Soi's body felt heavy, as if her soul was stuck beneath a tan ton weight, crushed and restrained. Her stomach felt sick and the ground wouldn't stop moving below until, finally, she made contact with it. She was aware that she did not have near the amount of energy to flip herself over and off of the cold ground that stuck to her skin. It almost seemed as if she tried to move, it would rip her flesh from her bones.

Why didn't I …grab a… a jacket…

Her thoughts seemed to be slurred; cloudy and it hurt her whenever she tried to focus. Tears fell from the clouds above her, pounding into Soi's defeated body, bruising and marring the flesh that they slapped with more and more force than before. Her body began to shake so violently that her bobbing vision began to blur. It felt as if her sideways world was coming to an end, but all her mind fell on was the familiar face of the one who had her heart under lock and key.

Under the usual circumstances, her heart would have welled and leapt from her body, eager to cling to the soul that it had formed with, grown to. But now, her heart struggled to beat hard enough to get blood to her toes. Her toes… she couldn't feel them anymore, did she even have them? In one last attempt to see the outside world, curious to what her last thought would be, see same only the object of her affection: a dark skinned woman, arms wide and smile warming.

If I were to die right now, Soi thought to herself, I would be happy spending the dark eternity with this memory.

It almost seemed as if the same face was rushing towards her, calling her name, but, for once, she couldn't find the excitement within her. She simply—didn't care. Her eyes were getting too heavy; her thoughts too long; her breaths were too short. She heard the out of place voice scream at her once again before she finally gave in.

Eternity, here I come!

The lights went out, her world went dark, and her soul slowly died away.

A/N: Well... that's it. That's my story. Liked it? I did! Well see you next story folks

Ow! Ok who threw the book. Really mature. Fine Fine ill write more. Just a warning. It only gets worse from here. I hate happy endings, y'... see you next chapter. it should be up before the year is done and over with ;)

And as for that last chapter. Italics will always be flashbacks. I had put a title in there, i guess when i tranferred it, it was deleted or something. Idk. but sorry for the confusion. But no. That really happened six years ago when they first started the endless black hole thats eating SOi alive. lol ok. THANK YOU FOR READING. you are all so awesome