I really don't know why I write these at 1 in the morning. I'm sure it hinders my ability to write, but I can't help but feel inspired until it's time for me to sleep.
Distress emanated through the hallway, echoing Yoruichi's grief stricken breaths as she slumped against the wall. Hunched over, she clung desperately to Soi Fon's slender frame before her, drawing a shaky breath through bloody lips. Time seemed to move slowly as if taunting her, showing the dark woman exactly how powerless she was. Blankly, unsure of so many things, she stared at the blade protruding from her slender stomach, watching as her tears dripped down to the hand, mingling with the fingers that held the offending weapon.
Yoruichi distantly heard words fall from the slender girl's lips but couldn't comprehend them. Pausing, she closed her eyes and focused on the sound.
"W-why," Soi Fon repeated, unable to release her grip from the blade that so easily found its way into Yoruichi's stomach, perhaps too easily.
"I-it," The injured woman coughed violently, feeling the air ravage her body as she struggled to stand, "it was the only way to p-prove it."
"W-what?" Soi Fon stammered, feeling the opposing woman's weight begin to rest heavily upon her shoulders as her energy quickly faded. Releasing her grip from the blade, Soi Fon let her gaze raise to meet Yoruichi's, unconsciously biting her lip when she was met with the lack of brilliance in the dark woman's eyes, so uncharacteristically dim.
Carefully, Yoruichi chose her words, letting them fall from her mouth.
"That I'm s-sorry."
---- 2 hours ago ----
"Run!" Yoruichi urged, grabbing Ichigo in an attempt to flee.
Curling her tongue, the dark woman bit down rather harshly, dragging Ichigo from an enraged Byakuya. She disliked fighting. Given the opportunity, Yoruichi would have fought, and won, she angrily thought. But he was a taichou, and she was no fool, choosing to flee rather than risk herself. He was a threat, the woman admitted, and though she could have easily taken him once upon a time, Byakuya had the advantage, the training, and the experience. He was a problem, and having Ichigo around was definitely not helping the situation any.
Right, left, left, right, they swerved, trying desperately to evade the growing amounts of people tracking them. Where are we going? Yoruichi thought. She hesitated for a moment, slipping against the polished stone as a horrible revelation struck her.
They were in the second division.
How could I have missed that? Yoruichi panicked, running down a corridor.
"Right or left?" Ichigo questioned, taking a moment to catch his breathe.
He'll never outrun her. Yoruichi's mind raced. Byakuya, they could run from, but Soi Fon? There was no way in hell that Ichigo and Yoruichi could run from her now, and by the sounds of things they were beginning to corner them down.
"Right!" She shoved Kurosaki in that direction.
"W-what are you doing?" Ichigo glanced behind him.
"Just run!" The Shihouin stood her ground, facing the left hallway.
I guess it's that time.
----One hour ago----
"Find the boy." Soi Fon crisply ordered her division, leaving Yoruichi alone in the hallway with Soi Fon, her cold grey eyes staring at the woman she once cared for.
Slender fingers clasped desperately to the bed, releasing their firm grip to run slowly across Yoruichi's back.
Anger, pure rage, was all that Yoruichi saw from the once docile Soi Fon. Slipping a pale hand behind her, Soi withdrew a slender blade, tightly holding the handle as she flipped it downward concealing it from view.
Slave to the heat of the moment the dark woman couldn't help but ravage the young girl. Heated kisses turned into gentle bites, urging her on as she slid against Soi Fon, leaning down to carefully nip at Soi's pale neck.
Grimacing, Yoruichi felt her bare arm make contact with Soi's attacking hand, effectively blocking the blade.
She was so young, so helpless, and so unwavering in her loyalty, the Shihouin mutely thought. I love you, I love you, I love you, was all that ever came from her mouth, and Yoruichi was beginning to regret ever repeating those words back to Soi Fon.
A successful kick stopped the Shihouin momentarily, causing her to pull back in an attempt to catch her breath.
Do I even know what love is? How can I be with one person my entire life? Yoruichi questioned herself. I'm only a child myself! How are we to know?
Blocking another punch, Yoruichi slid her hand along Soi Fon's outstretched fist, striking her neck with a firm hit.
'I want to be with you forever' Soi would often tell Yoruichi, leaving the woman helpless and unsure of a response.
I was wrong. Yoruichi bitterly thought. I left her because I was selfish and unsure of myself.
Feeling the blade knick across her cheek, the dark woman slide back in defense, staring at the girl in front of her.
I was wrong. I was wrong. It became a mantra to the Shihouin, rendering her helpless as she stared at the Soi Fon in front of her.
Suddenly, Soi Fon reached out, slicing her blade through the air towards Yoruichi. It was an open strike, easily blocked, and for the most part, Soi Fon prepared herself mentally as she waited to see what the dark woman's defense would be. Yet, what happened next was not what she had expected. Faltering in her constitution, Yoruichi reached out for Soi Fon's attacking blade, grabbing her gently by the wrist, and guided it directly into her abdomen.
"I'm s-sorry"
Gah I love YoruSoi.