Bertram and Helena from 'All's Well That Ends Well', with Kisuke posing- worryingly- as Diana

Yoruichi x Soi Fon

Drag

"The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together."

She would drag her back, if that was what she needed to do. She never thought that she would have to resort to something like that, and indeed she would never be so unsubtle as to grab her by the hair and pull her screaming all the way home, Neanderthal-like in her annoyance.

And that bastard that had taken her away?

Well, she'd talk to him, alright.

And when she did, all Kisuke could do was laugh about it, and rumple her hair affectionately.

"What, you think I'm after your precious Yoruichi-sama?"

She glared, and she sighed. The bastard was as annoying as she feared he would be. It didn't help that Yoruichi's whereabouts was completely unknown- she had vanished, like smoke, deflating Soi Fon completely. It had taken her this long to just find her way to this dilapidated shop.

Kisuke flipped his fan up to hide his smile.

"She's coming back here tonight, you know. You could always stop by… wait for her."

"She doesn't want to see me."

Kisuke shrugged.

"She doesn't like to be attached- it means she has to stay in one place for too long. I guess she spent too long being a princess: she hates the thought of commitment."

The woman across the table scowled at him, at the assumption that he knew her better than she did, and slammed her head against the wooden surface of the table: her tone was sardonic, angry, but there was bitterness laced in there, as well.

"That makes me feel so much better."

There was a long pause as he lit a cigarette.

"But you know, she'll be impressed that you went to the trouble of finding her, and tracking her down to here. And you know… she likes to have a port of call on her way around."

Soi Fon looked up.

"Seriously. Hang around. You never know."

So she did- she sat up in the kitchen long after night had sunk and her tea had gone cold and Kisuke had slipped up to bed. She sat there in the dark, hands still wrapped around the cool porcelain of her cup, not bothering to turn the light on. Hours slipped by, one by one, until at long last she heard the door creak open, soft footfalls in the shadowed corridor.

The kitchen light clicked on.

The room was lit, blindingly white.

Yoruichi's eyes were wide, her face was shocked as she stared into Soi Fon's own, impassive face. But then the shock was gone, melting away to a soft smile, warm and welcoming.

"You found me."

"I always said I would."