liquidsanity

Yorusoi AMV

2006-12-17T18:18:03Z

I finally made an AMV!

Finding all the programs and codex I needed to download to do anything on my Mac was killing me. I still can't get GimpShop to work.

This website was absolutely bloody fantastic!

Making AMV's with iMovie

The video is to Hem Of Your Garment by Cake and I love the way it fits with Yoruichi and Soi Fong's early relationship.

Here it is one Youtube:

Intrinsically No Good

Need to make this AMV

2006-12-15T14:09:19Z

Arrg! I have to find some free program that will let me make AMVs on a Mac.

I think this song is perfect and I've been oh so itching to make it

CAKE - HEM OF YOUR GARMENT

I am intrinsically no good
I have a heart thats made of wood
I am only biding time
Only reciting memorized lines
And Im not fit to touch
The hem of your garment

No, no Im not fit to touch the hem of your garment

I have no love but only goals
How very empty is my soul
It is a soul that feels no thrill
A soul that could easily kill
And Im not fit to touch
The hem of your garment

No, no Im not fit to touch the hem of your garment

I am intrinsically no good
I have a heart thats made of wood
I am only biding time
Only reciting memorized lines
And Im not fit to touch
The hem of your garment

I am intrinsically no good
I have a heart thats made of wood
I am only biding time
Only reciting memorized lines
And Im not fit to touch
The hem of your garment

No, no Im not fit to touch the hem of your garment
The hem of your garment

Alternate Scene

2006-12-11T18:44:12Z

Title: The Coldest of the Cool / The Lamest of the Lame
Author: liquidsanity
Requested by: prpl_pen
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Tatsuki/Soi Fong
A/N: This is an alternate scene I eventually chickened out of putting in the main fic due to fear of being burned alive. But then again people are always too young in fiction and, especially in anime, too short. Yoruichi is 156cm? Yeah right. That would make her exactly 1 foot shorter than me. I barely know anyone that short. Ok, I know someone who's 152, but my point is that the stated ages are just as unrealistic as their other features (which we accept without complaint because firstly it's fiction and secondly it's animated) and authors shouldn't be flamed for putting characters who regularly stare death in the face into 'adult situations'. Differences begin at the ***

Boiling Point

The morning’s training focused mainly on timing and counter-attack, with some anti-Hollow tactics. Soi Fong drilled her student hard allowing little time for breaks or banter.

After a few hours the focus switched. She introduced the new lesson as her charge took a few minutes to replenish her energy.

“There have been a few Hollows that infect or somehow control a human’s body. In this instance you want some way to disable the host and, assuming you like them, inflict as little damage as possible.”

Hollows that take over your friends’ bodies? Yes, Tatsuki was very familiar with this kind. She set aside her snack and gave the woman her rapt attention.

“If it was just mind control you could try to knock them out, but that might not work in the case of physical invasion. Another option is to hit a series of nerve plexus that will cause all of the main muscles to lock tight, completely immobilizing your opponent.”

She beckoned for the girl to stand and demonstrated three points.

“Here,” she said gently pressing on a point between the tip of Tatsuki’s left collarbone and her throat.

“Here.” Indicated a point between the right kidney and hip.

“And here,” she finished. Touching a point on the crease at the top of her left leg.

In rapid succession Soi Fong drove her middle and index fingers into all three points.

Tatsuki felt her whole body go rigid. Tears formed in eyes that were barely able to blink. It felt like a vise had been wrapped around her chest, compressing her lungs. Without active balance correction she slowly toppled and crashed to the ground.

Soi Fong smiled politely down at the locked form and continued her explanation in a matter of fact manner.

“You need to hit all three points and preferably in that order if you want them to live. The effect fades on its own once muscles pass the point of exhaustion, but extensive damage and toxin build up will have occurred. Before reaching that point the victim will experience considerable pain, so don’t forget about them. Finish your battle quickly. To release the seizure you need to do this…”

And with that the still politely smiling woman drove two fingers into Tatsuki’s solarplexus, angling under her ribcage to hit a point close to her heart. The girl arched up of the floor with a gasp as air rushed into her expanding lungs. She rolled over on to her side, clutching her chest and clawing for oxygen.

“H-how…How is that something to do to a friend?” she gasped, after a minute of coughing and writhing.

“Well, my next choice would have been to break your legs,” the dispassionate woman informed her.

“…oh.”

Tatsuki took a few more moments to regain her composure before struggling to her feet.

“My turn?” she asked.

Her teacher’s nodded.

“Let’s see how much you can do,” she replied. “Just try not to hit me in the throat or an artery.”

As if I’d miss that badly, Tatsuki grumbled to herself. She closed her eyes and reviewed the experience in her mind. What was the exact placement? How deep had the fingers pressed? What had been the timing between each thrust? Snapping her eyes open she quickly drove her fingers into each of the points.

The look of shock on her sensei’s face as she tumbled to the ground was priceless.

As her head hit the wooden floor the Captain realized this was the second time the girl had caught her completely off guard. There was no way she should have hit the correct points first time. If Soi Fong had had preventative blocks in place she would have been affected for less than a second. In order to release herself now she would have to re-enable about two hundred locked nerves one by one. Such remarkable precision... she thought.

***

Tatsuki looked down at her Sensei’s prone form feeling a slight rush at how effective her attack had been. Soi Fong looked so young and vulnerable lying there struggling to move. Of course she’d be back to her tiny scary self as soon as she was upright. Should she try to release her?

Not yet, she thought.

This was the first time she’d managed to do something that demonstrated to the death god she wasn’t some weak suicidal child. She deserved to be by HER side. It was a brief flash of light in the darkness of the sidelines. A darkness that was slowly choking her soul.

She sat down, legs straddling the older woman’s hips, in the most comfortable position to sit on someone if you so wished to.

Soi Fong was acutely aware of what parts of their bodies this action brought into close contact. Screw her limbs; she quickly freed her throat.

“Would… you mind… getting… off me?” she rasped.

Tatsuki caught the quick flicker of distress across the prone woman’s face. A vulnerability? she wondered. She really doesn’t like close contact…

Tatsuki’s danger senses as well as the incensed expression on the small Captain’s face told her that if she wanted to live she had better throw herself to the ground right now and beg all manner of forgiveness. But then again, if Tatsuki were the kind of person concerned with self-preservation she wouldn’t have convinced a tiny killing machine to be her sensei. It was far worse to be worthless than it was to be dead.

She was sick and tired of being dismissed. Dismissed for being weak. Dismissed by the one she’d sworn to protect. Dismissed by friends who thought her too stupid to figure out what was going on. Her pent up frustrations boiled within her, demanding release. She wanted to force everyone to acknowledge her, but she’d start with this woman right here.

Finally she remembered what it felt like to have fire in her veins.

Leaning forward she placed her hands either side of the death god’s head, not caring if her behavior was pushing the dangerous woman too far.

“Well, what do you think now that this mere human has you on the ground?” she asked.

“What do I think?” Soi Fong hissed. “I think that you’re prey. A little rabbit that suddenly wants to turn round and fight.”

She reached up and shoved the girl in the chest so hard she tumbled head over heels, coming to a rest several meters away. Her limbs were not quite working yet, but she wasn’t going to wait before beating some respect into this child.

Both women raised themselves on to one knee ready to fight.

Tatsuki knew she was in trouble, but her body felt hot, her blood was singing and if she could just land one blow… that would be enough.

She bared her teeth and growled, “Well this little rabbit isn’t afraid of the hungry wolf.”

The women leapt at each other and after a brief exchange Soi Fong’s foot connected with Tatsuki’s stomach, sending the girl flying.

Coughing slightly after she came to a rest Tatsuki staggered to her feet. She hadn’t come close to penetrating the other woman’s defense, but she wasn’t going to back down. She needed this. She was aching for a fight and she wasn’t going to stop until she drew blood. A wicked smiled crossed her face as a plan came to mind. The weak must exploit any vulnerability, mustn’t they?

Slowly the two women circled each other. Tatsuki waited until she saw a small opening in the Captain’s guard and drove in with sharp punch.

Soi Fong had been waiting for the attack and easily deflected the punch as it entered the false gap. Now inside the younger woman’s guard she drove her palm up towards her chin. She put enough force into the blow to knock the girl out and probably make her airborne.

Tatsuki had been betting that once she closed distance her opponent would go for a knockout blow. Carefully maintaining her balance as her arm was knocked aside she waited for the repost. She twisted her torso letting the upward thrust sail past, clipping her left ear. Then she ducked her head forward to meet her opponent’s.

Soi Fong’s shaky muscle control was slowing her down too much and she found herself slightly off balance as her strike missed its target. She braced for a counter attack, confident the girl didn’t have anywhere near enough power to hurt her and she could simply finish her in the next exchange. She was slightly put out when the young human closed the distance between their faces. She had not been expecting a head-butt.

What she was expecting even less was for the girl to press a hard sharp kiss onto her mouth.

Soi Fong froze in shock. Tatsuki took full advantage of the opportunity and flipped the surprised woman, pinning her to the ground.

“Remember this?” she growled softly into the floored woman’s ear.

The Captain took a minute to stare at the woman on top of her. What she’d just done was… unforgivable.

Tatsuki knew with things being the way they were, she probably had a few seconds to live. But it had been worth it. The tactics of the lowly human had forced the ‘Supreme Commander’ to the ground for a second time. Originally she’d just wanted to prove to this woman that she was worth something, to make her stop underestimating her. Now her blood was calling out for more. Unfortunately she knew once the death god underneath her stood up she would be finished. She didn’t have any powers, she just couldn’t compete on these terms. Still, the hunger inside her screamed for an enemy defeated and gasping at her feet. She needed to find some way to close the power gap, she had to find a way to fight the woman and not the god. Time to change the rules, she thought.

Soi Fong cleared her nerve pathways in a burst of concentrated energy. She was going to beat this child until her anger was satisfied, probably within an inch of her life. She was not a woman that let herself be taken unawares. She was not a woman you were disrespectful to. She was NOT a woman you flipped and pinned to the ground. She was… Oooah.

Tatsuki bent forward and licked along the Captain’s collarbone. A slow rocking motion ground their hips together and she sunk her teeth into sensitive flesh. The body beneath her responded of its own accord: with a twisting of hips and the escape of a small moan.

Confused by the sudden shift, Soi Fong looked up into a pair of hungry aggressive eyes. The eyes challenged her, were laughing at her; the eyes claimed to already have won. This is insanity… she thought for a second before realizing the human’s tactics. It was still the same fight, but her opponent was forcing it to a very different battlefield. One which would nullify the death god’s power and speed. She could end this with a simple punch, but to do so would be to admit partial defeat. Impossible. After such an insult that was no longer an option. Soi Fong accepted the challenge. No anxiety rattled her battle hardened nerves, because this was not intimacy. It was combat; a place where she was completely at home.

Tatsuki watched to see the other woman’s reaction. Would she accept the shift or would an ethereal fist be meeting her corporeal face? Tatsuki smiled as the steel eyes below her hardened. It appeared the Captain was just as incapable of backing down as she. She released the woman’s wrists realizing her hands would be better used under the death god’s clothing. One hand slipped in through the thigh-length slit and the other took a small breast in her palm.

Soi Fong did not allow herself to be distracted by the touches alternating between butterfly kisses and raking nails. She bared her teeth in a vicious dangerous smile before tearing her fingers through the binding around the girl’s chest. As scraps of material fluttered to the ground she grabbed one of the liberated breasts and brought it to her tongue and teeth.

They fought for control. For each unbidden gasp or escaping moan. For every time a body moved to the other’s command, pressing into, or retreating from a touch. They kissed and nipped and bit. They stroked and kneaded and scratched. Legs pressed together, legs pulled apart in the desperate to and fro. It was a battle to show there was no division between sex and violence.

Tatsuki was the first to get her hands deep enough into the other’s clothing to touch her sex.

Soi Fong gasped and arched up off the wooden floor as a thumb pressed hard on her sensitive nub.

However, Tatsuki didn’t get the time to do anything else before the other woman brought her knee up sharply into the girl’s groin. She was stunned by a sudden flare of sensation. It was bright and blinding, but neither pleasure nor pain.

Soi Fong took advantage of that distraction to thrust her hand down the front of her opponent’s pants and pinch her where she was most sensitive. Tatsuki’s body convulsed from the overload, her mind momentarily blank.

Soi Fong sat up, the girl straddling her lap, and began to massage the flesh between her thumb and forefinger. Ragged gasps escaped from Tatsuki’s throat and her body arched back into the woman’s supportive arm. Somehow, despite the electricity frying her brain she managed to resume her ministrations between the Captain’s legs.

Tatsuki was the first to come. Biting down hard on the older woman’s shoulder as she did so. Biting too hard. As her orgasm faded she tasted the metallic tang of blood. Removing her sharp upper teeth from the shoulder she licked, then suckled, at the wound. Soi Fong came soon after.

She’d been unconsciously grinding herself into the younger woman’s frozen hand. The sharp pain of the bite, followed by the indescribable sensation of a soft tongue running along ragged flesh was too much. She threw her head back in a silent cry as waves crashed through her.

Panting, both women slumped on the cold wooden floor.

After a few minutes on the cool surface Soi Fong struggled back upright so she could study the young human. Absent-mindedly gathering some scraps of bandage for her shoulder she noted the unmistakable marks of teeth and nails that peppered their torsos. And to think she’d been hesitant about stripping the girl for a bath last night she thought wryly. She’d have to wear her full Captain uniform for a while after this.

Tatsuki basked in the afterglow of her release. Technically she’d lost, but that was irrelevant. All her fears, frustrations and inadequacies were, for the moment, washed away. Opening her eyelids she saw the death god looking down at her with eyes that were stripped of their usual shields. A deep look of understanding passed between them. An understanding of pain, need, desire and pride.

Soi Fong reached forward and stroked the girl’s cheek.

“Tatsuki,” the older woman said softly.

“Ah,” the younger sighed with a contented smile. “You finally said my name.”

Sorry for the delay

2006-12-11T18:43:34Z

Here's the assignment:

Pairings: Yoruichi/Soi Fong, Matsumoto/Orihime, Isane/Nanao, Tatsuki/Soi Fong
Up to three things you want: First time or establish-y stuff. At least some kind of physical contact, be it an innocent kiss or hard-core smut. Breastplay is A+.
Up to three things you don't want: non-con, excessive angst, guilt
Preferred ratings: PG & up

Rambling:

When I received this challenge the thought of Tatsuki/Soi Fong struck me as really strange. Then it started to tickle my fancy, after which plot bunnies beware! Those two are my favourite characters from the series (totally underrepresented) and if you think about it they have a lot in common. But being the rabid YoruSoi TatsuHime shipper that I am I couldn’t really dive into the smut. Also to my knowledge the two have never met in cannon so I really had to start at the beginning didn’t I? (I’m making excuses for the length now…)

I’m thinking how can I put together two characters that are both in love with other women, have an age gap from hell, are both really prickly people and who live in different dimensions? The only thing that comes to mind is aliens made them do it.

You can breath again. I thought of something else

Title: The Coldest of the Cool / The Lamest of the Lame
Author: liquidsanity
Requested by: prpl_pen
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tatsuki/Soi Fong
A/N: The title is a lyric from Queer by Garbage. Thanks to bebopsamurai for help with the beta during exam time.

Part 1: A chance encounter
Part 2: Shiny things
Part 3: Buttons

Anternate scene. WARNING NC17.
A/N: You do not have to read this if you don't want to. One small difference in the nerve plexus scene leads things down a much more violent path. It really doesn't take much to spark a confrontation between two such volatile women. Tell me if you think it's in character or pure crack.

Boiling Point

The Coldest of the Cool / The Lamest of the Lame: Part 3

2006-12-11T17:52:16Z

Title: The Coldest of the Cool / The Lamest of the Lame
Author: liquidsanity
Requested by: prpl_pen
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tatsuki/Soi Fong
A/N: The title is a lyric from Queer by Garbage. Thanks to bebopsamurai for help with the beta during exams.

Part 3: Buttons

The next morning Tatsuki jogged up the steps of the gym. Despite the recuperative bath she was still trying to work knots out of her battered muscles. She was also trying to come up with an appropriate analogy for how she felt. Like a pinball… no, golf-balled… ambiguous, stuck in a hailstorm of artificially hardened beanbags… too close to reality, like she’d been through a spin cycle with a load of half bricks…could work.

She spotted her ethereal sensei reclining in the tiers, hands interlaced behind her head. Tatsuki thought she looked disturbingly relaxed. The glazed eyes and little smile were especially chilling. Did she kill someone? she mused.

Daring to venture slightly closer Tatsuki cleared her throat and spoke up.

“Sensei?”

“Hmm? Oh, morning,” the woman responded. Still apparently fascinated by a small skylight.

This strange behavior was really starting to make the peppery girl uncomfortable. She’d been excited at the thought of more training, especially involving knives, but she couldn’t do that with a spaced out sensei. A wicked smirk crept across her young face as a thought struck her.

“Have sex last night?” she inquired.

Soi Fong sat upright so quickly she overshot her mark and ended up in a semi-standing position two tiers lower. She stared with wide eyes down at the grinning child.

“Heh, I’ll take that as a yes. You see, you’re smiling and I’m pretty sure you happy equals death or sex. So…”

Soi Fong straightened up and regarded the student with her most chilling gaze. Unfortunately that did nothing to dull the amusement twinkling in the pair of large brown eyes, so she added a smile that clearly showed she was thinking about the former reason.

Tatsuki found herself a little strained to maintain her brash demeanor in the face of a smile one usually only saw in nightmares; rising out of the cold dark deep.

The death god relented when she thought the young girl looked appropriately frightened/respectful.

Tatsuki sighed slightly in relief when the older woman’s face returned to its default look of irritation. Okay… she thought, that was much more disturbing than the first one.

The morning’s training focused mainly on timing and counter-attack, with some anti-Hollow tactics. Soi Fong drilled her student hard allowing little time for breaks or banter.

After a few hours the focus switched. She introduced the new lesson as her charge took a couple of minutes to replenish her energy.

“There have been a few Hollows that infect or somehow control a human’s body. In this instance you want some way to disable the host and, assuming you like them, inflict as little damage as possible.”

Hollows that take over your friends’ bodies? Yes, Tatsuki was very familiar with this kind. She set aside her snack and gave the woman her rapt attention.

“If it was just mind control you could try to knock them out, but that might not work in the case of physical invasion. Another option is to hit a series of nerve plexus that will cause all of the main muscles to lock tight, completely immobilizing your opponent.”

She beckoned for the girl to stand and demonstrated three points.

“Here,” she said gently pressing on a point between the tip of Tatsuki’s left collarbone and her throat.

“Here.” Indicated a point between the right kidney and hip.

“And here,” she finished. Touching a point on the crease at the top of her left leg.

In rapid succession Soi Fong drove her middle and index fingers into all three points.

Tatsuki felt her whole body go rigid. Tears formed in eyes that were barely able to blink. It felt like a vise had been wrapped around her chest, compressing her lungs. Without active balance correction she slowly toppled and crashed to the ground.

Soi Fong smiled politely down at the locked form and continued her explanation in a matter of fact manner.

“You need to hit all three points and preferably in that order if you want them to live. The effect fades on its own once muscles pass the point of exhaustion, but extensive damage and toxin build up will have occurred. Before reaching that point the victim will experience considerable pain, so don’t forget about them. Finish your battle quickly. To release the seizure you need to do this…”

And with that the still politely smiling woman drove two fingers into Tatsuki’s solarplexus, angling under her ribcage to hit a point close to her heart. The girl arched up of the floor with a gasp as air rushed into her expanding lungs. She rolled over on to her side, clutching her chest and clawing for more oxygen.

“H-how…How is that something to do to a friend?” she gasped, after a minute of coughing and writhing.

“Well, my next choice would have been to break your legs,” the dispassionate woman informed her.

“…oh.”

Tatsuki took a few more moments to regain her composure before struggling to her feet.

“My turn?” she asked.

Her sensei nodded.

“Let’s see how much you can do,” she replied. “Just try not to hit me in the throat or an artery.”

As if I’d miss that badly, Tatsuki grumbled to herself. She closed her eyes and reviewed the experience in her mind. What was the exact placement? How deep had the fingers pressed? What had been the timing between each thrust? Snapping her eyes open she quickly drove her fingers into each of the points.

The look of shock on her sensei’s face as she tumbled to the ground was priceless.

As her head hit the wooden floor the Captain realized this was the second time the girl had caught her completely off guard. There was no way she should have hit the correct points first time. If Soi Fong had had preventative blocks in place she would have been affected for less than a second. In order to release herself now she would have to re-enable about two hundred locked nerves one by one. Such remarkable precision...

Tatsuki looked down at her Sensei’s prone form a little taken aback by how effective her attack had been. Soi Fong looked so young and vulnerable lying there struggling to move. Of course she’d be back to her tiny scary self as soon as she was upright. Should she try to release her or should she wait and see what happened?

She knelt down beside the small woman and gently placed a hand beneath her left breast. Closing her eyes she traced her fingers along lines of ribs trying to remember the exact point. Crap, where is it? She hadn’t been paying as much attention to this one; more concerned with her need of air. After a few moments of uncertainty she found a point that resonated with her hazy memory. She opened her eyes to observe an intense look of concentration on her sensei’s face. What’s she thinking about? Tatsuki thought to herself.

Soi Fong was trying to release all the blocks as quickly as she could. If the girl hit the wrong point this time she might stop Soi’s heart. However she was finding maintaining the necessary depth of concentration extremely difficult. Soft fingers were tracing back and forth across her chest leaving trails of goose bumps, thankfully hidden beneath her clothing. Focusing on her air and throat control she regained the ability to speak.

Opening her eyes she saw the girl drawing back her hand. All she managed was a weak, “no…” before strong fingers drove towards her ribcage.

Tatsuki focused on the point she had found. The depth, distance and pressure required to reach it were all in the front of her mind. It was so close to the heart. She prayed silently that she’d found the right one. Indecision only fogs the mind, she reminded herself and drew back her arm.

She drove her fingers forward in a sharp thrust, focused purely on her goal. Stiff fingers struck soft flesh, she hit the point, paused for a moment, then withdrew. Eyes now moving to her sensei’s face she realized the woman had just said something.

Soi Fong’s body spasmed in release and she gasped as she finally drew a full breath. With a groan and she raised herself to a sitting position.

“You’re okay?” Tatsuki inquired, her voice full of concern. She reached forward to touch her face, but the other woman shied away.

“Next time let me do it myself,” Soi Fong responded in a tight voice.

“You can? Oh… just how dangerous was that?” Tatsuki asked, a little afraid of the answer.

“Very.”

“You know, you should teach with a practice dummy or something.”

“It would have been fine if I’d had some warning,” Soi Fong replied, still angry with herself over her lapse in judgment.

“I asked! What more warning do you need?” Tatsuki demanded, feeling a little put out that she hadn’t been told her teacher could release herself.

The woman gave Tatsuki a very odd look that she couldn’t quite figure out.

Standing with a small groan Soi Fong started for the door.

“I have to go fetch something,” she said over her shoulder, “Have some fun with your knives. By the time I get back I want to see my scowling visage carved out of something solid.”

She ran a hand over her chest where inquiring fingers had lightly touched. I should have recovered far faster than that, she thought. Remembering the goose bumps she wondered, What was that all about?

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Soi Fong returned holding a large parcel wrapped in bubblewrap.

“This should allow you to practice and improve the techniques I’ve demonstrated over the last two days,” she said as she placed the parcel on the ground and started to slice away the layers of plastic.

“Oh… so what is it?” Tatsuki asked. Breaking the silence that had developed after the contents were finally laid bare.

The packaging had dropped away to reveal what looked like a small novelty jukebox.

“Um…It’s supposed to be a battle simulator,” her sensei finally replied.

“It looks like a jukebox… A jukebox that only plays Kylie Minogue.”

“Yeah and it probably doubles as a karaoke machine,” Soi Fong replied with a disappointed sigh. “Let me figure out how to turn it on.” Silently she growled, If this involves any kind of singing I’m going to shove it piece by piece down his throat.

After a few minutes of investigation Soi Fong managed to figure out most of the controls including 3D-solid projector, demo settings and how to cut power to the superfluous speaker system.

"No don't touch it yet,” she cautioned. Grabbing Tatsuki’s wrist as the girl reached for a button. “This is something Urahara built, which means we have to run through every setting before I'll leave you alone with it."

The machine seemed normal enough. Different Hollows, with different skill sets and the option to choose at what level of injury to the user it shut down. Soi Fong would have guessed they were about two thirds of the way through the options when a scenario appeared that made both women turn white.

"Uh.. D-do Hollows u-usually do that?" Tatsuki stammered. Eyes unwillingly fixated on the scene before her.

"..."

At the lack of response she managed to tear her eyes around towards her teacher. Soi Fong's posture was completely rigid and her skin had turned a deathly grey.

"S-sensei?"

Soi Fong blinked, drew a shuddering breath, turned off the machine and closed her eyes. It was a long moment before she finally responded.

"Um... No... Usually they just want to eat your soul."

"Oh... good."

Soi had seen Hollows with tentacles before, but what kind of sick mind thought that was a viable solution to a combat scenario. The dark skinned damsel in distress had been too disturbing for words. He will suffer excruciating agony, she thought. Pulling out a dagger she managed to neatly destroy setting number 8 despite her trembling hands.

Moving on all but the final setting were relatively unremarkable. After a few minutes of the demo Tatsuki was struggling to stop herself from gagging. Eventually she had to turn away, hands clamped over her mouth so she wouldn’t be sick on the wooden floor. Soi Fong let the Demo play through to its conclusion. At the end she stood with a sympathetic eye towards her young student who, through great effort and personal distress, had managed not to make a mess.

“The rest of the machine seems fine,” she said. “It’s time for me to be returning to Seireitei”

"Wait!” Tatsuki croaked, shakily raising herself up to her knees. “You destroyed setting number 8, but you're going to leave THAT?"

Soi Fong fixed her student with such a frozen glare that Tatsuki physically recoiled.

"Understand this child," Soi Fong uttered in a voice like ice. "You may be young, but you are NEVER too young to die. A real battlefield is just like setting 13. Those will be your limbs, or the limbs of your companions, writhing on the ground." Silently she thought, He even included the smell…

Her features twisted back into her old sneer before she continued tauntingly, "Are you scared? Will you still fight?"

The taunt had its desired effect. The girl’s spiritual energy, though small, ignited and she raised her head with a renewed fiery gaze. Slowly she stood and squarely facing her teacher simply said,

"Yes."

"Hmm?" Soi Fong quirked her eyebrow in a request for further elaboration

"Yes, I'm scared and yes, I will still fight. Never question that."

Soi Fong smiled in a way that was both predatory and approving. How she liked the flame within this girl. She reached up a hand and ruffled the girl's hair in an open display of affection that surprised them both. Smiling awkwardly Soi gestured towards the equipment.

"When I return I expect you to be through quite a few levels of that machine," and pointing towards the wall that was scarred from repeat dagger attacks she continued "and don't make my eyes so big. I look like some kind of insect."

Tatsuki chuckled slightly, but managed "Yes Sensei," in an appropriately consolatory tone.

Enough said, Soi Fong spun on her heel and headed for the door. Once outside she sighed gently into the evening air. She would actually feel sad when this one died, which was more than could be said of her own flesh and blood. However she understood what it meant to live to protect another. Smothering the girl's desires and breaking her determination might save her life, but it would be killing her just the same. She allowed herself a small hope. After all, the girl's princess was a healer and could sometimes be strong. There was a chance she might survive.

~Fin~

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The Coldest of the Cool / The Lamest of the Lame: Part 2

2006-12-11T17:15:06Z

Part 2: Shiny Things

The next morning was a Saturday. Slightly after dawn Soi Fong could be found sitting on the roof of the little school gym waiting for her interest to show up. It was not long before she heard the jingle of keys and the sound of one of the large front doors being swung open. She tore her gaze away from the birds, rolled onto her feet and dropped down through a nearby window.

Tatsuki was only mildly surprised to see to see the death god standing in the middle of the hall, arms crossed and waiting.

"Do the dead sleep?" she asked with a yawn as she walked straight past the woman towards the bleachers.

"I'm not dead, I have a body made of spirit particles," Soi Fong snapped. "I happen to have been born in the other world.”

The two women turned to face each other, arms across their chests and dark eyes narrowed in mirrored expressions that only stopped just short of a glare.

"People can be born in the land of the dead?" Tatsuki asked with a twist of her head.

"It’s Soul Society, not The Land of the Dead. Think of it as another dimension. One you guys tend to end up in… if you're not eaten first," Soi finished, smiling derisively.

"Whatever,” Tatsuki replied with a wave of her hand. “What do you want from me?"

"Yesterday, you indicated you wanted to throw your life away. I was going to offer to help."

"To help me throw it away?"

"Technically to train you. Whether such training will shorten your lifespan or lengthen it, I can’t be certain."

"To train me? Why? You don't seem the type to get down and dirty with humans."

"You remind me of someone." Soi Fong replied coolly, keeping her temper in check. Apart from being so damn rude…

"Oh really?" Tatsuki replied with a snort. Something about this woman’s attitude was really starting to piss her off. "You've read me have you?"

"Perhaps… Do you feel like you're too weak? Like you'd be willing to do anything, but there's nothing you can do, to protect her?"

"Yes." Easy answer. That was pretty much what they'd covered in their last short conversation.

"Has she ever had to save you?"

Tatsuki’s gaze dropped to the floor as the shameful memory sapped her strength to look back into those cold hard eyes.

"Yes..." she sighed.

"Has she ever left you behind?"

Ooh... Tatsuki tensed. That question brought pain, pain and anger. But on the strength of that anger she willed herself to meet this undead woman's sneer. To her surprise as their eyes met the steel softened, replaced by an expression of sympathy and old pain. Tatsuki murmured her answer.

"Yes."

Soi Fong's voice, softening like her eyes, lost its confrontational tone.

"Do you now train every day like your life depended on it, because it does. Because protecting her was the only thing that gave your life meaning and you desperately want to believe that if only you could become strong enough, stronger than before, you would be allowed to return to her side?"

"..."

Tatsuki stared wide-eyed. It was impossible to form a reply with her jaw hanging so low it was almost dislocated.

Soi Fong realized she'd perhaps said a little too much and coughed slightly to cover her embarrassment. Reaching into her clothing she pulled out a bundle of cloth containing some pilfered items from Urahara's weapon store.

"We talked about weapons,” she explained gesturing with the small bundle. "These are all made of spirit particles making them far sharper and stronger than your normal steel. You might even be able to put more of an edge on them, but that will be difficult, seeing as they aren’t part of your soul.”

She unrolled the cloth to show it held a series of knives.

“Firstly, throwing daggers. They can't kill, but they can be useful for slowing your opponent down and for distractions."

Tatsuki nodded and reaching forward pulled one of the small daggers from the cloth. Hefting it slightly to find its weight she turned around and flung the weapon at the other side of the gym. With a soft clunk it imbedded in the middle of the basketball board.

"Your precision is another reason you're suited to edged distance weapons," Soi Fong remarked before continuing.

"To kill a Hollow you need cut through its mask. In the right place a single stab will suffice. There isn't actually a need to slice it in half. Swords lose power with length and with your small strength you'll need to throw your whole bodyweight behind the blade if you want to pierce thick bone."

Unrolling the last bit of cloth revealed a long Tanto. Tatsuki's mouth made a small 'o' of approval as she hesitantly reached forward to take what looked like a shortened Katana.

"Understand that, while with these it might be possible to kill a Hollow, getting in close enough to deal damage is very dangerous. Any attack you make is practically a suicide attack."

Tatsuki nodded numbly, still admiring the shiny 12-inch blade.

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A few minutes later the two women faced off across the gym. Tatsuki stood with her new Tanto in one hand and the small blades tucked into a sash around her waist. Soi Fong had located a stash of small beanbags the tips of which could be seen poking their multicoloured tongues out from the various pockets she had sewn into her clothing.

“We never made it to introductions did we? What’s your name girl?”

“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” Tatsuki huffed.

“Very well, I am Soi Fong, Captain of the Second Division of the Gotai 13 and Supreme Commander of the Secret Mobile Corpse.”

“Uh, Ok… I’m Arisawa Tatsuki, um… High school freshman, uh… runner up in Under 15s National Karate Championship.”

Soi nodded a curt acknowledgement and Tatsuki hoped that her own introduction had made as little sense to the small woman as whatever the hell that “Supreme Commander” stuff had been about.

“The focus of this exercise will be learning to avoid attack. Your purpose is to not get hit. Use your weapons if you like, but the best defense is not being where the attack is. We’ll stop when you can’t move.”

That said, Soi Fong pulled out a purple beanbag and threw it straight at Tatsuki’s face. It was the last time she got a clear view of the small woman. Tatsuki countered with a dagger and watched in amazement as her teacher disappeared mere moments before she would have been hit between the eyes by the skewered bag. At first they came in ones or twos from similar directions and were easily avoided, but it was not long before the game sped up.

Tatsuki dodged left to avoid a red furry bag and flipped backwards to evade a blue, green, orange trio. However the place where she was supposed to be landing had already been targeted by something with pink polka dots. As she twisted in midair to let it pass by she was struck in the back of the head so hard her vision blanked. Untangling herself from the heap she had landed in, she staggered to her feet holding her tender head and cursing under her breath.

“Ow! It’s only a beanbag! Why does it hurt?”

The response echoed from multiple directions.

“Pain is a good motivator. Get used to it or move faster.”

Tatsuki shrugged off the headache and readied herself for the next attack. Soi Fong smiled down from a rafter. She had been secretly fusing the beans together each time she held a bag in her hand. Really, she thought, how did this school teach anyone to dodge properly with such soft projectiles?

As promised when Tatsuki could no longer move the barrage stopped. Soi Fong lifted her disheveled charge to her feet and helped her to the bleachers. The girl had lasted an impressively long time and Soi had observed reasonable improvement in spatial senses and danger awareness.

Tatsuki squinted up at the blurry figure holding her somewhat upright on the bench

“I… hurt…everywhere,” she groaned before chuckling softly. She tried to straighten her posture, but winced as more muscles than she thought she owned gave protest.

“Ow…” she muttered, then emitted another low chuckle.

Soi Fong smiled down at the dark head resting on her shoulder.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” she remarked.

“Huh? Yeah…Strange.”

“You don’t train as long and as hard as we do without starting to enjoy pain,” Soi said softly.

It was a good pain. The deep pain of muscles and sinews pushed past their braking point. It was the pain of a body that would wake up stronger tomorrow. Pain that meant you were one step closer to your dream. Pain that for once was everywhere except your heart.

They rested like that for a while. Soi Fong had to turn her head away, because the spiky hair was getting up her nose. She was perfectly capable of ignoring the cleavage revealed by slipping bandages without needing to gaze off though a ceiling window. Hmm… birds.

“I…think I can move now,” Tatsuki groaned after an unknown length of time.

“That’s it for today. Is you house far?” Soi Fong asked.

“No, but I need a shower first,” Tatsuki muttered.

“You can’t stand up on your own,” Soi Fong reminded her.

“Oh yeah… bath it is then. Unless…”

“Bath it is then.” Soi Fong quickly cut her off.

Tatsuki gazed up with a playfully disappointed look on her face. This woman had literally just pummeled her into the ground; she was allowed to push buttons.

They gathered her things, tidied away the now somewhat altered beanbags and then staggered outside. Before the semi-corporeal pair set off into the late afternoon Tatsuki straightened as much as she could and set an expression on her face that clearly stated to any passer by: *No I am not leaning on an invisible woman*.

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Tatsuki was asleep on her feet by the time they made it to the house. Soi Fong briefly considered leaving her propped up against the door before a small voice in her head piped up, At least get her inside.

Once through the door she was about to set the girl down on the carpet, but the voice spoke again, The bathroom’s probably up those stairs, she’ll never make it on her own.

Tatsuki woke briefly as she was being carried up the stairs and managed a weak, “Look Mum, I’m levitating…” before passing out again.

“Heh-mmph…snort,” was Soi Fong’s unsuccessful attempt to prevent the escape of an alarmingly undignified giggle.

She repeatedly tried to school her features back into her trademark Look of Distain, but much to her annoyance could not erase the small smile that clung to her lips.

At the top of the stairs she found the bathroom two doors to the left. Gently setting her charge down against the laundry basket she started to draw a bath. She was almost out the door before the little voice again prevented escape/exit. The medicine, it whispered.

Oh yeah, she remembered. She’d meant to give it to the girl so they’d stand a chance of training tomorrow. She emptied a strange smelling sachet into the hot water and with a sigh sat on the edge of the bath observing the slumped form. She really should just leave.

But she’ll probably just sleep there until the water gets cold, piped the voice.

Oh shut up, Soi thought. If the girl was so weak she couldn’t stay conscious after a day of training what did she care?

If she doesn’t soak she won’t be able to move tomorrow.

Well, that’s the frailty of the human body.

You were the one that pounded her into the ground.

So? It was training. Training I shouldn’t even be bothering with.

You’re making excuses.

No I’m not.

Yes you are.

No I’m not.

Then just strip her down and put her in the bath.

Uhh…

See. SHE would laugh at you for being squeamish.

SHE would wouldn’t she?

Yes.

Okay, I’ll do it… but what if she wakes up?

Squeamish Little Bee

All right! Fine! Just shut up.

The little voice chuckled gently in her mind before subsiding into silence.

Soi Fong remembered to lock the door before picking up the prone girl and stripping off her gi. Holding her upright and undoing the breast bindings proved next to impossible until Soi remembered she could just sit her down again. Tatsuki moaned slightly as the basket pressed into a sore point on her back. The little Captain caught herself holding her breath and forced some of her clenched muscles to relax. She felt irritated by her nervousness, but for her encounters on the battlefield were one thing, encounters in the bathroom were, well, something else.

Feeling slightly more in charge of her scattered emotions Soi Fong gently unwound the loosened bandages and let a sizable, perfectly round, bust swing free. She had to resist the urge to run her fingers down planes of finely toned muscle, still clearly defined despite their relaxed state. She wondered if the girl even knew how attractive she was. Probably not, Soi thought. She possessed a primal sort of femininity that skipped aesthetics and spoke directly to the hindbrain.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts Soi Fong scooped up the girl and shucked the final cotton barrier to nudity. Lowering the unconscious form gently into the bath, she turned off the water and then arranged limp limbs in such a fashion that the girl hopefully wouldn’t drown before the medicine revived her.

Smiling with relief that she hadn’t had to deal with an irate half-naked martial artist, Soi Fong reached down and tenderly stroked a soft cheek. Fluttering of eyelids warned the death god that it was finally time to take her leave.

Tatsuki opened her eyes to catch the final glimpse of her sensei’s back retreating through the bathroom door. She smiled at the warmth of the bath and the relief now flooding through her abused body.

Thanks, she said silently. Followed by, Gotta get me some more of this.

<< Part 1: A chance encounter Part 3: Buttons >>

The Coldest of the Cool / The Lamest of the Lame: Part 1

2006-12-11T16:47:26Z

Part 1: A Chance encounter

Soi Fong leapt from rooftop to rooftop. It felt good to be back in the real world. Ostensibly she was here hunting some minor criminal or other. No one near important enough to warrant her personal attention, but it was an excuse she'd grown comfortable using over the long years. Of course the true reason behind this visit was somewhat different from the last. Her hunt for Yoruichi was over--in fact she knew her goddamn address. However, she'd realized that, while cooped up in her office after the Aizen debacle, she'd come to enjoy these fruitless visits. It was the sights, the sounds and how fast everything seemed to change; everything except the people. They still scurried to and fro, in a desperate rush to accomplish something of meaning in their ridiculously short lives.

But it’s not really a break, she told herself. After all, regular reconnaissance of a rapidly changing battlefield was common sense.

Soi Fong paused on the edge of a rooftop and looked down into the local high school quad. The boy was easy to spot--his lanky frame, his apathetic manner, not to mention his orange hair, all set him apart from the crowd. She'd been curious. Here he was, in his natural state, the child that had unwittingly helped Aizen turn Seireitei upside down. To the eye it was impossible to imagine the depths of his power, but to Soi Fong's senses the boy radiated so much spiritual energy he was his own traveling earthquake. She scanned around for his companions. This area had an amazing concentration of strange humans. Was his power so great it was transforming those around him, or was there something about this town that was changing them all? No doubt Urahara had some opinions on the matter, but Kami-sama be damned if she was going to ask him.

While lost in her musings Soi Fong's ears detected a familiar sound. Faint, but unmistakable, it was a noise she had heard her entire life; the rhythmic pat-pit-pat of someone going through their Katas. There was the soft patter of bare feet on a hardwood floor as they danced around an imaginary opponent. A pause, followed by a dull thud, indicated an airborne attack and a solid landing. Apparently this was a day of satisfying curiosity. Soi Fong tracked the sound to a small gymnasium 200m away. Peering in through an upper window she observed a single small figure deftly executing sequence after sequence of parries, blows and high kicks.

She's pretty good, Soi Fong thought to herself, for a human. Every strike was precise and each imaginary attack flowed seamlessly into the next, but there was a distinct lack of power and speed that her fragile body would probably never overcome. Still, the particular ferocity to her movements piqued Soi Fong’s interest. She wondered what petty battle this human was training so intensely for.

Dropping in through the window she landed easily on the balls of her feet despite the 2-story fall. Just as she touched the ground the girl spun round with a sweeping kick aimed straight for her head. The little Captain was so surprised that only honed instincts allowed her to duck the first kick and then bring her arm up to block the return sweep. This girl could sense, see and touch her?! She mentally berated herself for dropping her guard. Hadn't she been thinking just a few minutes ago what a strange town this was?

The girl met her eyes and with a flash of recognition slowly lowered her leg.

"Oh," she grumbled, "It's one of you."

What's with this attitude? Soi Fong quirked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow.

"You don't seem too surprised to see a death god," she observed through her quizzical expression.

The girl shrugged dismissively.

"Excuse me, but I have to get back to training," she grunted, before turning her back on Soi Fong.

The tiny Captain bridled slightly at the curt dismissal, but retreated to the bleachers, content to observe. She felt slightly intrigued by the obvious fire burning within this spiky haired girl. She must have been doing her Katas for over an hour or more and the wooden floor had become slick with her perspiration. However the girl didn't slow down, never skipped a beat or placed a foot wrong on the increasingly traitorous polished surface. There was something about her that made Soi Fong feel very nostalgic, a certain set to those dark eyes that spoke of determination forged from steel.

"Why do you fight?" Soi Fong asked suddenly, the sharp question piercing the air between them like an arrow.

That caused the girl to miss a beat. She dropped her stance and turned around with a startled expression on her face like she'd forgotten the death god was even there.

"Huh?"

"Why are you training so hard? What's the point for someone like you?" If the girl could see her then the girl could see Hollows. Soi Fong had no sympathy for the weak that went out of their way to get themselves killed.

"Someone... like... me?" Somehow spiky hair managed to get spikier as she bristled under the death god’s sneer.

"Exactly." Soi Fong rose slowly from her bench, then flash-stepped to a point a few inched from the girl's nose. To her credit she flinched, but didn't recoil. "A human," Soi finished.

Steely eyes met steely eyes as the girl tried to stare down a woman at least a hundred years her senior. Soi Fong's sneer turned into a grin as she realized she was enjoying this.

"How do you know I don't have special powers?" the girl retorted.

"Do you?"

"No," was the simple reply, but there was no self-pity in her young eyes. Soi Fong approved of the attitude, even if she didn’t approve of the weakness.

"Well there you go. A human."

If Soi Fong wasn’t the queen of cool stares she might have been slightly put out by the look these dark eyes were now giving her.

"I may be a mere human,” the mouth hanging a few inches in front of her nose hissed, “but I'm no coward and I can fight. You arrogant death gods aren't always around to save the day."

Not rising to the insult Soi Fong continued in a cool manner.

"You may not be a coward, but this isn’t your fight. If you see a Hollow and you don't run then you're an idiot. A dead idiot."

“Of course it’s my fight if my friends get hurt! I don’t care about the rest. No matter what it takes, I'll protect her."

"Who?"

Oops... "Uh.. my -hime."

Hime?

"You have a princess you'd die to protect?"

No wonder she'd been feeling nostalgic if this was what was motivating the girl. Soi Fong stepped back so that her eyes could scan the whole figure before her. Tightly toned arms had crossed defensively across an ample, though currently bound, chest. Lean muscle wrapped around square shoulders, slim hips and compact thighs. This was a body that had been trained seriously and trained hard, but judging from what she had seen earlier, it had been trained for competition not combat.

Tatsuki blushed deeply as she realized what she'd said. She never used that nickname in public and now she'd given an undead stranger the wrong idea.

She took it literally, she realized. What kind of fantasy world is she from?

"Whatever, just get out of my sight. You're a distraction." Tatsuki replied dismissively and pivoting neatly on the balls of her feet walked towards her towel and change of clothes. Soi Fong, lost in thought, didn't respond for a few moments.

"You'll need speed and a weapon," she said finally.

"Huh?" Tatsuki paused, water bottle halfway to her open mouth.

Soi Fong turned to face the girl and clarified. "With your body you'll never have enough strength to take down a Hollow with hand-to-hand and if you get hit by an attack you'll be finished. So you need some way to deal damage and you have to be fast enough to not get hit. As you are now you would die before you had a chance to protect your princess."

"Oh...” Let it slide. “Um…What kind of weapon?"

"I'll think about it", the death god replied before turning around and walking out through the door, without bothering to open it.

What the hell was that all about? Tatsuki thought to herself as she gathered her things and headed for the showers. That death god was a strange woman... and very short. With a shrug she dismissed the incident as weird, but irrelevant. I wonder what subject I'm skipping right now?

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That night Soi Fong tracked down her criminal, but decided to leave him tied up in Urahara's basement for a few days before returning to Soul Society.

Just as she was about to slip out through the door she was stopped by a voice that always set her teeth on edge. So perpetually jolly, she was certain the owner only did it to be annoying.

"Soi Fong, dear, my basement is not a storage room for your toys."

She really wanted to keep on walking. Unfortunately there was something else she needed. Might as well get it over with, she sighed. Not bothering to turn around she answered, "Just keep him for a few days, but speaking of toys I'm going to need one of these."

A flick of her fingers pinned the little note she had written to the brim of his ugly hat. Quickly she stepped outside and slid the door closed before he had a chance to lengthen the conversation.

"Eh? She’s asking me for something?" Kisuke muttered as he went cross-eyed trying to read the note dangling in front of his nose. "What would she want one of those for?"

Part 2: Shiny things >>

I said goodbye to the Nuns

2006-11-20T18:35:24Z

Well I finally have a little box in which to live. No, not made out of cardboard. A tiny share apartment so small there is no couch, but it's home. And it has a cat.

My second fic. A little bit of Crack

2006-11-14T13:58:29Z

A short piece, that had to be written because once this particular image entered my head it would not leave. Mostly centred around Kuukaku's cleavage.

Soi Fong deftly infiltrated the Shiba residence and paused at the entrance of a forebodingly dark room. She smiled as she recognised the presence inside. This person should know they were too familiar to ever succeed in hiding from each other. Not bothering to look for a light she let a little ball of energy grow in her upturned palm. “Now, now” Yoruichi teased as she appeared from the gloom and popped the little light with an outstretched finger. “Don’t ruin my fun.” Reaching behind Soi she slide the door closed and then drew her deeper into the darkness. From one step to the next all of Soi Fong’s clothing disappeared. Her breath hissed at the sudden exposure of her skin to the cool night air. Their bodies pressed together, lust driven warmth in the encasing blackness. Stripped of all sensations but touch it felt like electricity was crawling over her skin. Roaming hands pause momentarily as their lips met in a soft inviting kiss. A few of Yoruichi’s fingers rested lightly on Soi’s cheek, a palm cupped and gently kneaded her left breast. Her other hand gave Soi’s ass a sharp squeeze.

Wait! What?

Ripping her head around Soi suddenly found her face sandwiched between a pair of unbelievably large breasts; the cause of the third hand now painfully clear.

I was right she thought, they are the same size as my head.

“Can you breath down there?” Kuukaku inquired with an amused chuckle. The sound soon died as she felt Soi Fong’s reiatsu start to rise dramatically. “Uh… Yoruichi we might need that leash.”

“Not helping” Yoruichi hissed, before quickly leaning in to whisper down the cleavage, “calm down little bee, or do you want to bring the rest of the household in here?”

The thought of Ichigo and his ridiculous sword (overcompensation *mental cough*) charging in on this scene was sufficient motivation for Soi to force her anger under control. Still simmering at the intrusion she tried to demand an explanation for Shiba’s presence. Unsurprisingly that and other disparaging comments were heavily muffled.

“I think she might be running out of air,” prompted Kuukaku.

“Remember that not helping bit?” Yoruichi countered as she bent down to nibble the back of diminutive woman’s neck. In her most enticing voice she whispered, “I’m in the mood for some fun Soi. Come out and play.”

Despite the lacking in oxygen and its proximity to undesirable company she found her current position extremely comfortable. Plus, judging by a certain ominous undertone to Yoruichi-sama’s voice, staying in here presented an irresistible opportunity to avenge a particular leash comment.

“No?” The other woman remarked with the quirk of an unseen purple eyebrow.

With a low menacing growl Yoruichi drew close to Kuukaku’s ear. “Shiba, curse you and your underhanded tactics. You may think this to be a conquest, but I am never defeated so easily. Prepare to pay dearly for this deceit as I take back what is mine.”

“Wha..?”

The complete darkness offered no warning before the two women found themselves airborne in the direction of a mattress.

My first fic

2006-11-14T13:49:50Z

Title: A source of warmth
Characters: Soifon/Yoruichi
Rating: R
Word Count: 1668
Standard disclaimer - Not MINE!
Summary: A visitor in the night. Post end of Soul society arc.

A source of warmth

Part 1

In the weeks post Aizen ascension

Soifon tossed and turned in her bed. Her breath was shallow and her lidded eyes in rapid motion. Tangled thoughts prevented restful slumber, when a change in the air roused her. She sat up as one of the shadows of the small room shifted revealing two golden eyes and Yoruichi’s human form. Shock then anger twisted its way across Soifon’s pale face. She was about to release an interrogatory snarl when the figure took a step forward. Her tongue froze fast as she took in the sight that was the full length of Yoruichi’s naked body. Purple hair, free of its ponytail, tumbled down cocoa shoulders. This lithe body was moving with a fluid motion no mortal dancer could attain. Her piercing golden eyes looked straight into Soifon’s and held that same strange shadow of sadness. It was as if nothing else existed, the effect was completely mesmerising. Get a hold of yourself. Take control. Why is she here? And what the hell is she doing? Were Soifon’s frustrated thoughts as she watched Yoruichi approach the bed and slide between the rough sheets. Languidly the woman reclined against the spare pillow, fingers interlaced behind her head. Soifon was on the verge of recovery from the shock brought by this living sculpture of coffeed flesh when Yoruichi spoke. Eyes fixed permanently on the ceiling; in a flat tone she simply stated, “I’m sorry”. With that she closed her eyes and appeared to drift off to sleep. Partially formed thoughts tumbled through Soifon’s mind as she watched Yoruichi’s muscles relax and her breathing slow. She wanted to reach out, shake her, scream, maybe cry, but most of all demand the explanation Yoruichi so continually denied her. She did none of these things. Instead she lay there on her side, head supported by one hand, and she watched the sleeping form. Gradually the knots in her stomach loosened, her jaw unclenched and that same restless sleep claimed her.

Soifon woke in the dead black hours to discover herself enveloped in the warmest of embrace. Their bodies pressed together, her head rested on Yoruichi’s arm, Yoruichi’s hand gently, perhaps protectively, on the flat of Soifon’s stomach. No thoughts meandered through her head, other than to vaguely note the light robe she’d worn to bed was gone. With Yoruichi’s slow breath brushing the back of her neck Soifon fell into the deepest of dreamless sleeps.

The next morning Soifon woke with the birdsong. Usually she relished the lonely company the hour provided, however this morning she found herself disappointingly alone in her bed. She touched the spot where she knew Yoruichi had lain, convincing herself it still held a small residue of warmth. Why? Why had the woman she’d hunted for 100 years and tried to kill not so many days ago decided to curl up in her bed? The nerve… With an exasperated breath she rolled free of the covers and went in search of her clothes, determined that no thoughts of a certain sinuous female would pass her mind today. The day’s pace was just as frantic as the last and the few before that. Considering the events of the last week, and she was goddamned head of Covert Ops, she held no delusions of a slower one anytime soon. In a dry impersonal letter she had already received all the information Yoruichi was offering on the matter. Today held no further communiqué.

That night as Soifon dressed for bed she left the window open. It was so very casual, almost as if she had tried to hide it from herself. She woke once in the night, as a warm figure slipped into the sheets to curl up beside her. The next morning again she rose to find the company of herself and the birds. And so it continued. Despite her misgivings and frustrations Soifon found herself increasingly enjoying the comfort of the night. She neither saw nor heard anything of Yoruichi during the day. Between them only those two words had yet been spoken.

On the seventh morning Soifon woke to find herself still in Yoruichi’s warm embrace. She rolled round to face the figure; Yoruichi’s hands flowing gently round her waist. She looked up into a pair of striking golden eyes roughly framed by purple locks and a set of softly smiling lips. “I’m leaving,” Yoruichi said in that same soft unreadable voice. “There are some things I need to look into in the Real World.” Soifon nodded, a composed expression displaying her quiet acceptance. Mildly surprised to feel the calm beat of her own heart. She knew she’d grown so much in the last 100 years. Grown faster, stronger, colder. She quickly shoved the last thought from her head. Yoruichi certainly had no need of a bodyguard, no real need of her. She was a Captain; this was where she belonged now. Soifon sat up in the bed as Yoruichi pulled away and stood with a slow luxurious stretch. She shuffled to the edge, not quite sure if she could ask what had just started racing through her mind. “Yoruichi-sama” was all she managed in a frustratingly small voice. When will you be back? It wouldn’t come out. Was it because it sounded too weak, or was she afraid of the answer? Soifon couldn’t tell. Both possibilities twisted uncomfortably in her stomach. Yoruichi turned and paused at the sound of her name. She looked closely at her diminutive companion. Then leaned in as if she was going to say something in a low voice, an understanding smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Soifon leaned forward in response, received lightest flutter of a kiss and Yoruichi was gone. Leaving behind only the faint smell of spice and a tingling on Soifon’s lips.

The remaining ice in Soifon’s heart melted. She couldn’t say when it had become that way. It was as if each passing decade had added is own encasing sheath. Forging a shield that was only on the rarest of occasions pierced by a searing flame. She hadn’t been able to feel anything but deathly cold or murderous rage for so long she had almost forgotten other emotions existed. These emotions flooded through her now as she sat on the edge of her bed. No thoughts, just a jumbled tangle, or a raging war in which nothing in particular gained supremacy. She didn’t move for a very long time as she waited for the torrent to pass.

That night Soifon lay on her rough linen and stared up at a white featureless ceiling. She was more than mildly surprised by the calm within her. Somehow, god knows how, in the last week that trust had returned. When? What changed? She never said anything. She said goodbye. Her mind turned idly over the realisation that she was content to lay there and wait, for however long was necessary. Her place was here, she was confident of that. She accepted her responsibilities and the knowledge that every night, with her window open, she would fall asleep between these cold sheets.

Part 2

Despite Soifon’s promise to wait as long as it took, Yoruichi was gone less than a week. Since their third night together Soifon had given up wearing anything to bed. She’d just have to search for it in the morning and her robe had a tendency to turn up in the strangest of places. On the second morning she’d found it stuffed inside a decorative vase.

On what was to be her sixth night alone Soifon felt a familiar presence appear in her room. Yoruichi was standing by the window, soft moonlight reflecting off the curves of her dark skin. She forgot to breath as she observed the thin silver arcs carving this magnificent figure out from the darkness. When Yoruichi did not move Soifon rose, sheets dropping away and walked across the bed. She was surrounded by a slight glow as cool moonlight shimmered off her porcelain skin. She stopped as she reached the edge, the height of the mattress bringing their faces almost level. After a short draw of breath and willing herself to look directly into those floating eyes, she pulled on her best impersonation of Yoruichi’s lopsided grin. As the original curled across its owner’s shadowed face Soifon saw something she hadn’t even realised was missing. She knew with absolute certainty that this was the first time in 100 years Yoruichi’s eyes were smiling too.

Yoruichi closed the distance and enveloped Soifon with her arms, mouth and a leg. Soifon gave a muffled squeal of surprise as she found herself completely immobilised and tumbling back down onto the bed. Still in the entangling embrace Yoruichi continued the deep kiss. It was joy, pain, hunger and sorrow. As the kiss broke a small rumble of discontent emerged from the back of Soifon’s throat. A grumble almost in the same moment replaced by a sharp gasp as Yoruichi’s hands started to roam over her skin. Soft in some places, sharp in others, they were leaving trails of fire while her mouth, with little kisses, licks and soft breaths left trails of ice. With strengthening resolve from the growing heat within her Soifon willed her own arms into motion. Soft hands flowed across all available curves, thumbs kneading tension, fingers teasing points of sensitivity. We need each other, she thought as she strove to match Yoruichi in everyway.

Afterwards they lay on top of the sweat-drenched sheets, Soifon in her familiar position, fitting perfectly into the curve of Yoruichi’s body. She listened to the twinges of her pleasantly abused body and the soft beating of the heart beside her ear. So steady she thought. Her own had become such a scarred and calloused organ, but it was whole again. They lay together in silence, no need of words. Whatever it was that truly beat through Yoruichi’s heart Soifon was glad for the warmth.

Well I thought it was time for an update.

2006-11-14T13:31:07Z

My making wallpapers and AMV ambitions have yet to be realised, but I have managed to write a few fics, which I’ll archive here soon. I really both love and hate my Mac. Its wireless ability means that I am able to write this update while sitting in a Homeless shelter, but its frigging incompatibility means I can’t do anything creative on free or pirated software. ‘cries’ I have Russian copies of all the adobe programs sitting in my backpack and can do nothing, NOTHING!

So that bit about where I’m staying. It’s one of those nice Homeless Shelters. I have a room with only three other people and I get fed dinner. The only downside is there are no locks and I think I have to go to Church in the morning. I was looking for a Hostel, really. Then they took my details and gave me a confused look when I asked how much it cost per night.

Just got back from dinner. I was served by Nuns! And there were lots of men with beards. But I fit in cause I had my beanie (furry hat) and puffy jacket. If only I had my Hobo gloves there would have been no difference between us. Apart from the complete lack of facial hair…

First post

2006-10-06T13:27:03Z

Well this is my Journal. When I get some decent online time I plan for something to be here. My aim is to become an ex-lurker and actually start creating some fic, fanart and amvs.

Unfortunately, due to lack of anything as basic as even paint this is difficult. Imagine, todate all my icons have been created in Powerpoint. That is how sad my multimedia capabilities are at the moment. Of course the source of all my pain is Apple, with a bit of I don't want to pay for their nice shiny programs thrown in. All I want for Christmas is the ability to download lots of Unix freeware.

oh, and the ability to install it. You see that ability was optional when installing the operating system, and I of course did not know. I no longer fear the blue screen of death, but the words "Please insert your Tiger OSX installation DVD" Fuckers! (I don't have it do I?)

This is my pain