'Cause she looks like a flower [CLOSED]

[trickstermentor]

Who: Urahara, Soifon, Yoruichi and Ukitake
What: Soifon arrives on the Thor and a reunion is in order.
When: 08/10
Where: Room 5-7
Warnings: Likely Urahara abuse? idk

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[its_a_promise]

Soifon's head spun towards the door at the familiar voice. Yoruichi-sama. She didn't realize that her mouth had curved in a slight smile at the woman's entrance. Yoruichi was observing her, but that was to be expected. When the hand laid on her head... she almost felt young again.

The injured woman nodded, sitting as instructed. Soifon gave a nod of acknowledgement to Urahara's comment as he left, tuning out further background noise.

There really wasn't much for her to say, as strongly as she wanted to say something. It would probably end up being a repeat of what was said over the Guide; after all, how many hours had Soifon spent believing that Yoruichi was dead? It was hard to move passed the thought of, 'She's alive,' even if this seemed like a normal day for them.

It didn't matter how normal it was for them. Yoruichi-sama was alive, after all.

[goneonenight]

Yoruichi threw Kisuke a thankful smile, appreciating his quick response. As much of an asshole as he could be, she knew he'd give her nothing but his support right now.

She perched on the edge of the couch next to Soifon, frowning as she looked at the damage. It wasn't bleeding, but she'd feel better once it was cleaned and she applied some healing kidou. "Here," she murmured. "Have some water," she picked up the glass, handing it to the other woman, "then let's get these off." She motioned to the bandages and slashed robe.

Yoruichi knew Soifon was rather more modest than she was, but she didn't intend to let that stand in the way of caring for her wounds.

[its_a_promise]

The injured woman took the glass at the gentle command, taking a drink, only to almost choke immediately.

"...then let's get these off."

It was certainly to be expected; Soifon wasn't quite sure why she didn't. But still, she mentally grumbled as she set glass down, the living room? Ukitake said he'd be here soon, and-

She just stared at the older woman for a moment. The protest had died before it even began with a look at Yoruichi; her expression made it clear that Soifon has absolutely no say in this. With a sigh and adverting her eyes from the woman in front of her, she shifted, slipping the robe over her shoulders with her remaining hand, and loosening the bandages around her shoulder. There was still the Commander's uniform, but that could be gotten around; the gash was primarily in the shoulder.

Soifon had absolutely no intention of loosening the bandages on her arm.

[goneonenight]

Yoruichi's lips twitched at her mutinous expression, but in a clear sign of how tired she was, Soifon didn't argue. Yoruichi didn't offer to help remove her robe, knowing that she needed to feel as though she was still capable of doing things for herself.

She loosened the bandages the rest of the way before turning away a moment to get a cloth. She dipped it into the warm water Kisuke had provided, then faced Soifon again.

The slash wasn't bleeding, but it was ugly and puckered already. Yoruichi crouched on the floor in front of her and began to pat it clean, wiping away as much blood and debris as possible in preparation for healing it.

"So," she said, looking up at Soifon. "Are you hungry? Kisuke's making dinner."

[its_a_promise]

Keeping her eyes away from Yoruichi (otherwise would be awkward at this distance), Soifon's expression returned to a stoic state. It was just a manner of focusing, really, so she didn't wince. Wound-cleaning could get painful sometimes.

Eating would probably be a good idea. A very good idea. Alright, so perhaps she was ravenous. Does Kisuke really have to be the one cooking it?

"I suppose so." The wounded woman commented neutrally, trying not to focus on the gravel being picked from the gash.