Klong Pem Centrel

Thai Prison

Alarms were going off everywhere as several swat teams rushed down the hall. The warden followed close behind. The prison was maximum security and several steel doors opened as they rushed down the hall. Red lights flashed on the ceiling signaling a riot, or most likely a breach. The final door pushed open to the prison. Everything was in a full out riot. Prisoners battled with swat teams. They had lit things on fire and were throwing them over the balconies. It looked as if it were raining fire. The warden pushed through the riot punching and shoving people to get by. He climbed up the stairs to his desired destination. He took out the key to the most highly guarded cell and he unlocked it. The cell looked empty save for a few personal items and posters on the walls. The warden noticed one of the posters was hanging loosely from the wall. He reached up and tore it down revealing a huge hole in the wall.

"AIZEN!" He screamed.

Urahara Shoten

I put some sugars in my coffee and stirred it inhaling the aroma. Yoruichi was busying herself making us breakfast. We had woken up late again. It was becoming sort of a habit. It had been months since I left Orihime's party to get Yoruichi back. Things were going rather nicely. We were acting like a normal couple. Holding hands, cuddling, going on long walks, oh and that thing you do when the lights go out. Due to that we usually always woke up late. Yoruichi always insisted on making the both of us breakfast. How could I complain?

Yoruichi walked over to the table with two plates and sat down next to me.

"Breakfast is served." She said in a cheery voice.

"Thanks babe." I kissed her lightly on the cheek.

She smiled sweetly at me.

"Eat up, I hope I didn't wear you down too much last night?" She asked mischievously.

I smirked and shook my head. "I'm a pro."

She ruffled my hair and kissed my head.

"You know some of the captains are having another beach day. I thought it would be fun to go."

"That sounds like a good idea." I muffled shoving eggs into my mouth.

She snaked her arms around my neck and pulled my ear to her mouth.

"Maybe we could find a private beach and have some fun?"

I nearly chocked on my food.

"What are you two doing?"

Yoruichi released me from her hold. I looked up and saw Toshiro standing in the doorway. He was wearing grey pants and a white tee.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"It's beach day. I came to get you guys. Ichigo should be coming soon as well."

I nodded. "I see."

Yoruichi waved. "There are leftovers in the skillet, help yourself."

Toshiro nodded and went over to the counter to pull out the plate.

"So Soi Fon?"

"Hmm what's that Toshiro?"

"Head Captain Yamamoto seems to be at peace these days. I'm assuming you haven't been going fucking crazy lately."

I sighed. "I've cooled my jets these days."

"Really so no wild parties? Cocaine? Hanging out with criminals?"

Yoruichi ran a hand through my hair. "I've calmed her down a little."

Toshiro turned back to his plate. "Looks like you're whipped Soi Fon."

"Shut up! When's the last time you got a BJ anyway?"

"Last Friday actually, and it only cost 20 dollars."

"Knock, knock. Hey guys!" Ichigo walked through the door with a bag in his hand.

"Got your swim suite?" Toshiro asked.

Ichigo held up his bag. "I got it in here."

I stood up. "I should go pack a bag to."

Yoruichi tugged my sleeve. "You already have a bathing suite that I bought you."

"I saw it. And there's no way I'm wearing that hideous purple thing, it's gay."

Yoruichi pouted. "But I bought it for you. You look so cute in it."

I pointed to myself. "What part of dyke don't you understand? I might look good in that swim suite if I were Courtney Love."

"Who's Courtney Love?"

I shook my head. "I'm going upstairs."

I was rummaging through my things and the only thing I could find was a black bikini top. I had no bottoms. So I thought the only thing that would go with it would be a pair of my red and black Calvin Keins. They were tight enough to look like a bathing suite. Once I had my suite and towel packed in a bag I decided to get dressed. I put on a dark grey button up and black pants. Once I was done I grabbed my hat and my bag and went down stairs. Everyone was at Kisuke's van loading in their belongings. It was decided Toshiro was going to drive. Ichigo took shot gun and I opted to cuddle with Yoruichi in the back.

I propped my chin in my hand and stared out the window. I felt Yoruichi leaned her head on my shoulder.

"Tired?" I asked.

"Mmm I'm just going to take a little nap is that ok?"

I interlaced my fingers in hers.

"Sure as long as you're comfortable."

"Mmmm." She snuggled closer into my shoulder.

Toshiro started the car and we started our long journey to the beach. I turned my attention to the window and my mind drifted.

Well I'm on the Downester Alexa

And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound

I have charted a course to the vineyard

But tonight I am Nantucket bound

We took the diesel back in Montauk yesterday

And left this morning from the bell in Gardiner's bay

Like all the locals here I've had to sell my home

Too proud to leave I worked my fingers to the bone

So I could own my Downeaster Alexa

Yeah yeah yoooo yoooo

Yeah yeah yoooo yooo

I think I had momentarily fallen asleep for a few minutes. When I opened my eyes Yoruichi was still asleep on my shoulder.

"Hey Toshiro how much farther-"

BAM!

The semi truck behind us slammed into our rear end. What the fuck? Yoruichi immediately woke up.

"What's going on?" She seemed panicked.

BAM!

The car slammed into us again.

"Toshiro he's doing it on purpose get in the other lane!"

"What the hell is going on?" Toshiro yelled.

He pulled into the next lane. The truck pulled up to our side and slammed into us. This time they were trying to run us off the road.

"What the fuck?" Ichigo screamed.

The truck pulled away and rammed into us again. This time it was strong enough to run us off the road. The car ran through the mud and the grass out of control. Toshiro did his best to keep the wheel straight. After a rough ride we finally came to a stop. We saw that the truck had stopped at the road and several men were running towards our car.

"Lock the doors!" Yoruichi yelled.

But it was too late. The men ripped open the doors and dragged us out putting bags over our heads. Everything went black.

The bag was ripped of my head sometime later. We were all sitting on the side of the road in some unknown location. My eyes focused and I looked at the men standing in front of me. One of them was pointing a gun at me. It was Mr. Hamachi!

"Well, Soi Fon we meet again." He sneered.

"What the fuck do you want?" I seethed.

"Where is Aizen?"

"What are you talking about?"

"A coupleof days ago Aizen escaped from a maximum security prison in Thai Land. You're the only one he talks to I know you know where he is."

He pulled out some papers from his pocket.

"I have letters you've written to each other."

Dear Aizen

I jumped on a Rhino today.

It was awesome.

Love, Soi Fon

Dear Soi Fon,

I threw some mashed potatoes

At the warden and blamed it on

Someone else. It was so funny.

Love, Aizen

"I had no idea he escaped."

"Let me paint you a picture. When Aizen left the Soul Society we met a Saudi Arabian noble that wanted to make some less than legal investments. We arrived he brought 200 pounds of gold bricks with him. It was a set up. We killed him and took the gold. We separated the gold in two trucks. The trucks split up. One made it back, one didn't. Aizen stole the other half, killing two of my men. I visited him in prison and asked him to turn the gold over in exchange for truce. He laughed in my face and gave me the finger."

"So what does this have to do with Soi? Yoruichi asked.

"Soi Fon was the last person to talk to Aizen. Where is he Soi Fon?" He yelled.

"I don't know." I pleaed.

"Fine looks like we're doing this the hard way."

Some of the goons stood up Ichigo and put a bag over his head.

"We're taking the ginger as insurance, you have three days to bring me Aizen or I kill the kid."

I gritted my teeth. We are so fucked.

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