Title: Grief Upon Bloody Shores
Theme 29: The Sound of Waves
Rating: T
Genre: Angst/ (a little)Romance
"Come on! It'll be fun Soi!"
Those words seemed so far away now as Yoruichi's trembling hands were covered in the blood of her lover. Soifon's body lay at her feet, eyes closed. She could barely breath as she remembered all the ironic moments leading up to this very one.
"Come on! It'll be fun Soi! It's so boring here, and it's always fun to get rid of hollows!" Yoruichi exclaimed, grinning as she sat in the window sill looking out to a darkened Seireitei.
Soifon looked at Yoruichi with a bit of hesitation, but under Yoruichi's pouting gaze, her resolve cracked. Soifon sighed and began to suit up. It was supposed to be a calm night between them, with maybe a little extra "fun", but Soifon should have known that alone would not satisfied her cat. Yoruichi grinned happily as they jumped out the window to go look for hollows. They kept finding weak little ones, which Soifon was thankful for, but Yoruichi was exasperated.
"Ugh, there has to be some sort of challenge out here!" Yoruichi groaned as they came to a stop in a cleared field, a lake sparkling maybe twenty yards away, everything seemed calm, the wind flowed gently through the open field.
The full moon shone over head and Soifon walked up to be by Yoruichi's side. The elder woman averted her eyes form the empty field and to her young ward. Soifon stood relaxed, staring on calmly, a small smile on her face giving away the happiness she felt at the moment. Yoruichi's wild eyes became tame as she looked upon her, Yoruichi's eyes softened slightly and she reached out, her hand finding Soifon's and entwining them happily.
Soifon blushed slightly and looked down at both of their hands, her small smile grew into a grin. She looked away toward the lake and pointed. Forming right over the lake was a small hollow, easy pickings in Yoruichi's head. Yoruichi shouted to draw its attention, and the small fry roared and charged at the two girls. Yoruichi launched herself forward and Soifon shook her head before heading after her ex-captain. Yoruichi looked back and grinned.
"After this little bee, let's head back!" Yoruichi shouted to make her voice heard over the gap between the lovers.
Soifon began to nod before the hollow smirked and opened its jaws, its mouth seemed to stretch open bigger than a window, and it seemed intent on swallowing the Shihouin princess whole. Soifon panicked for a split instinct before acting on complete instinct. She flash-stepped toward Yoruichi, drawing Suzumebachi and pushing the elder woman out of harm's way. She tried to flash-step away, but split second in hesitation was her demise. Soifon screamed as she felt the hollow's teeth dig into her arm at the biceps. But she pulled through the haze of pain and stabbed the hollow in the eye with her suzumebachi, a blood red butterfly blossomed onto its now gouged eye. It roared again as Siofon pulled the Suzumebachi from its eye and her arm from the monster's mouth.
Blood ran down from her wound, the violent twinge in her arm told her easily that it was broken. Yoruichi had now recovered from the strong push Soifon had given her before flash-stepping toward her and the hollow as it reared up to attack with its claw-like hands. Soifon heard Yoruichi land with a thud next to her and with the distracting sound, she looked. The hollow caught the moment and slashed at the chinese woman. Soifon reacted a half second later, and as her blade sunk into it's eye socket to cleanse the hollow, his claws caught her.
They ripped at her skin and the blood spray onto Yoruichi's shocked form. The hollow dissipated into dust as Soifon fell onto the shore beneath her feet. Yoruichi couldn't breathe.
Yoruichi finally fell to her knees, carefully gathering up her lover's bloodied form. Soifon would survive and heal in time, but Yoruichi would forever hate the sound of waves. The only sound she heard besides her own screaming and sobbing for help as her lover bled out. It was as if those waves were mocking her with their constancy. Those were deep scars they both received. One physically, one emotionally. Upon the bloody shores of grief.