Title: In the Locker Room

Theme 6: The Space Between Dreams and Reality

Rating: T

Genre: Uhh... Mouth Rape?

(AU- Going to be about three to four parts)

Soifon could remember clearly the first time Yoruichi had kissed her.

It had happened back when they were students in school. Soifon had been fourteen and a freshman at the time, and Yoruichi had been sixteen, and a sophomore. Soifon had been sparring as a rookie competitor in a martial arts competition and was the last one to leave the changing rooms. As she was toweling her hair dry, Yoruichi appeared at the door.

Soifon grinned and looked up, expecting a rare congratulation from her friend and sensei when Yoruichi suddenly pushed her backwards by the shoulders against the wet ceramic tile of the room's wall. Soifon didn't have time to even register her shock before Yoruichi's lips pressed fiercely against hers.

The air was thick and damp and sweaty and Soifon was strangely aware of the coldness of the wall through her wet t-shirt against the heat remaining from her recent shower and the fervor with which her best friend was kissing her. She dropped the towel and let out a muffled gasp as Yoruichi ran a hand through her wet hair and fingered the raven colored strands, making droplets trickle down her back.

Soifon's senses had just caught up with her when she began kissing back, but Yoruichi pulled away from the kiss as quickly and unexpectedly as she had started.

Soifon watched, gasping and breathless, her face pink and hot, as Yoruichi exited the changing room without a backwards glance.

Soifon hurried out of the room as quickly as she could and eventually found Yoruichi eating her lunch out in the competitor dining area. Yoruichi looked up as Soifon walked over nervously. "What's up, Soi? You're all pink. You should cool down properly after a match."

Soifon blinked in utter confusion as Yoruichi said nothing to even acknowledge the heated exchange that had taken place less than three minutes previously. Nothing was ever said about it. Over time, Soifon just put the whole episode down to her imagination; a product of overactive adolescent hormones; something made in the space between dream and reality. Of course.