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Title: Broken Memories 1
Author: xfuyunoyo
Characters/Pairing: Shihouin Yoruichi / Soi Fong
Rating/Warnings: PG
Author's note: Started working on another YoruSoi writing, this one something that takes place as an alternate story. I think I've decided that it starts sometime before Rukia and Ichigo met, so other characters from the series will be involved in the story. As always, feedback is gratefully accepted.
The wind whistled through the air, gently blowing cherry blossoms off their trees. They flittered through the otherwise silent night air, glistening under the bright moon like snow. They decorated the figure of the small shinigami who had sat with her back to the tree, like polka-dots on her black uniform and deep navy hair. She had slumped against the tree, hands on her knees, knuckles bone white. Small trickles of water shimmered on her cheeks as she choked back tears. It had been long. Too long.
The wind swirled in front of her and her eyes grew wide, as she could swear she saw the form of her mentor reaching a hand out to her. Why…why hadn’t she taken her with her? Why had she been abandoned here, alone, left by the only one she cared about? There was nothing for her here, no reason to stay. How long had she lived alone, training to her body’s limits, all just to gain a position that meant nothing to her? Yes, she was strong enough to be a captain, and the leader of the Special Forces division, but none of that meant anything to her. She could be the strongest shinigami, and it would mean little to her. Not with the words of her promise from long ago echoing through her head.
She had come to this place, the place that held many of her memories of her trainer, the precious memories that had kept her going all these years. Sure, there had been a few shinigami who had attempted to comfort her, but none of them knew the pain she was feeling. The world had grown colorless to her, passing shinigami appearing as nothing more than grey silhouettes, as if she could barely see them anymore. The memories were all she had left, but they were not enough, not anymore. Standing slowly, she took the folded white cloak next to her and hung it up over a nearby branch, watching it flap in the wind. “Goodbye,” she whispered to nobody, her words lost in the wind anyway. And in a blur she was gone.
Watching the rain pour down from above, Soi Fong wished that she had planned her departure better. She had come to the living world with nothing more than a gigai and enough money to get her started with her new life. She had no clue where Yoruichi was, or if she’d even want to see her again. She had taken shelter on the covered front steps of a school, though she hadn’t caught the name of it, not that it mattered. She looked over at the small bag of groceries she had bought before the storm had begun. If she rationed herself properly it would last her around a half a week, and by then she would have needed to find a place to stay and a job. It seemed like an easy task to her.
She hadn’t noticed how exhausted she was just from being in the gigai. She felt weak, and didn’t realize that she would not be going anywhere that night until she felt her heavy eyelids starting to close. That wasn’t what she’d planned. She had expected to stay awake until she had a home. Slumping back against the wall, she cursed under her breath. She’d just take a short nap, recover her energy, and be gone before anybody noticed.
Author: xfuyunoyo
Characters/Pairing: Shihouin Yoruichi / Soi Fong
Rating/Warnings: PG
Author's note: Started working on another YoruSoi writing, this one something that takes place as an alternate story. I think I've decided that it starts sometime before Rukia and Ichigo met, so other characters from the series will be involved in the story. As always, feedback is gratefully accepted.
The wind whistled through the air, gently blowing cherry blossoms off their trees. They flittered through the otherwise silent night air, glistening under the bright moon like snow. They decorated the figure of the small shinigami who had sat with her back to the tree, like polka-dots on her black uniform and deep navy hair. She had slumped against the tree, hands on her knees, knuckles bone white. Small trickles of water shimmered on her cheeks as she choked back tears. It had been long. Too long.
The wind swirled in front of her and her eyes grew wide, as she could swear she saw the form of her mentor reaching a hand out to her. Why…why hadn’t she taken her with her? Why had she been abandoned here, alone, left by the only one she cared about? There was nothing for her here, no reason to stay. How long had she lived alone, training to her body’s limits, all just to gain a position that meant nothing to her? Yes, she was strong enough to be a captain, and the leader of the Special Forces division, but none of that meant anything to her. She could be the strongest shinigami, and it would mean little to her. Not with the words of her promise from long ago echoing through her head.
She had come to this place, the place that held many of her memories of her trainer, the precious memories that had kept her going all these years. Sure, there had been a few shinigami who had attempted to comfort her, but none of them knew the pain she was feeling. The world had grown colorless to her, passing shinigami appearing as nothing more than grey silhouettes, as if she could barely see them anymore. The memories were all she had left, but they were not enough, not anymore. Standing slowly, she took the folded white cloak next to her and hung it up over a nearby branch, watching it flap in the wind. “Goodbye,” she whispered to nobody, her words lost in the wind anyway. And in a blur she was gone.
Watching the rain pour down from above, Soi Fong wished that she had planned her departure better. She had come to the living world with nothing more than a gigai and enough money to get her started with her new life. She had no clue where Yoruichi was, or if she’d even want to see her again. She had taken shelter on the covered front steps of a school, though she hadn’t caught the name of it, not that it mattered. She looked over at the small bag of groceries she had bought before the storm had begun. If she rationed herself properly it would last her around a half a week, and by then she would have needed to find a place to stay and a job. It seemed like an easy task to her.
She hadn’t noticed how exhausted she was just from being in the gigai. She felt weak, and didn’t realize that she would not be going anywhere that night until she felt her heavy eyelids starting to close. That wasn’t what she’d planned. She had expected to stay awake until she had a home. Slumping back against the wall, she cursed under her breath. She’d just take a short nap, recover her energy, and be gone before anybody noticed.