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Disclaimers: Bleach belongs
to Kubo Tite. I can only dream.

A/N:Words in Italics denotes personal thoughts (hence scenes of the past are in this font, as they are being
remembered).

When I use the word 'man', I'm using it in the context of gender and not (im) mortality.

To make the scenes clearer:

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Followed by words in this font = Past

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Followed by words mainly in this
font = Present.

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Previously:

"You talk too much for onc-"

Shutting her up with his mouth brought
temporary bliss, before they were overwhelmed by heady ecstasy once more.

0o-----------------o0

Being stung

Ichigo, you
have to win. He won�t spare you. And I'd better concentrate.

Heading deeper into the woods, the second
division captain hot on her heels, Shihouin Yoruich was annoyed and tired.
Continuous usage of reika for the last two days had greatly drained energy and
stamina, and she could muster up only slightly more than half of her original
power. Having to conserve energy limited the maneuvers she could use. Trying to
stop someone without killing them was really cumbersome. Withdrawing from
serious combat for over a hundred years has really made me rusty...

There was a lot of
foliage to avoid slamming into. Being marked with Suzumebachi's deadliness and
sneered at by its arrogant wielder, stung. That weapon was life-threatening
indeed. First Byakuya, and now Soi Fong. Did all those she once aided in
training hate her so much, to want her dead? Byakuya's hostility was
understandable, but this pursuer's was not. The good thing about having worked
with certain people before was that one knew how to manipulate them. She needed
an area where there would be minimal chances of intrusion.

A second bout of
lightning-fast taijutsu and shyunpo competitiveness was exchanged, resulting in
yet another wound, this time across the left cheek. Gloating scorn from the
other only added to her irritation. Overshadowed by two large trees, Yoruichi had
never felt more belittled... and angry.

Seeing a bleeding,
stooped figure panting with exertion, the current leader of the Special Covert
Operations Squad smiled. There would be no escape this time. This was where she
could truly establish the distance between them both. The former underling would
now prove her superiority. Time to teach the other a fatally memorable lesson.

"Don't you get it?
I'm better than you. Give up."

There was a sudden
gradual increase in Soi Fong's aura, as if the weather had become humid and
suffocating; that tumultuous swirling of air as if fiery vapor had been
created- Could it be...

"Surprised? This
is the first time I'm showing you this. I invented it. A mixture of Hakuda and
Kidou. I haven't even named it yet."

Another person knows it? She has not yet attained the completed stage, though. Only one person had ever seen and survived its ultimate penalty, but only because he had given her no choice. Soi Fong was lucky; given
how drained and reluctant she felt, all Yoruichi could really pull out was the completed version for a very limited period of time. Besides...

Even in any form, once entirely unleashed, the summoned power cannot be retracted until all is spent, unless one has enough control and experience over it.

True, it would increase all individual
combat attributes tremendously. However, using it would only lead to a greater
loss of self each time, which was just one of the many pitfalls of this
technique.

Then again,
Shyunshin Yoruichi had never been one to play safely.

A promise had been made to Kisuke. She would return to him.

"No..."

Pupils no longer
enlarged but narrowing until they resembled a serpent's, she decided to be
frank again. Taking up a long neglected stance, head bowed, regretful
determination answered her former subordinate.

"It has a name."

The air around
them became slightly heavier. The pressure Yoruichi gave off was vastly
different from Soi Fong's; it was hardly apparent.

"Shyunkou."

An eerie whine
filled the air.

"Do you know why
the garment you wear, has no cloth on the back and shoulders?"

A thin tendril of
light appeared and condensed, originating from the small aura that surrounded a
fist extended to the side.

"Because-"

Strangely colourless light
emitted heat, now being emanated from thicker streams off her upper torso as
Yoruichi hammered home the knowledge of why she had always worn a sleeveless,
backless robe. Familiar warmth materialised and flared outwards like a visible
shockwave to cloak her, while displacing rock and soil.

Quicksilver
escalation of uncaged reika was similar to the volatile eruption of a volcano.
Dangerous majesty darkened into silver, as the swift surge of
released repression set afire and blew up everything else in the immediate
vicinity. Her enlightened opponent was staring into slit-less eyes that now resembled
some awakened ancient predator.

"Careful, little one..."

Channelled lightning was now a seething mass, violent flash of a devouring nova expanding and obliterating anything within
sight that did not present sufficient resistance. An easy smile and the
familiar reappearance of thin pupils did nothing to assure the other.

"Even I have not mastered this technique."

This is
impossible! How- Why- Bafflement had become horrified disbelief. A thick
carpet of ash extended far behind the other, as charcoal-black and smog-gray fumes
lovingly intertwined to rise to a cloudless sky. Surrounded only by ruins, a
trembling Soi Fong was overwhelmingly dumbstruck by the monstrous demonstration
of terrifying lethality. Now she knew what Ukitake-san had meant all those
years ago.

Flash. Speed.
Lightning. Fiery destruction. Your leader's secondary and much lesser known nickname was the Goddess of War and Devastation... one that she detested. Then he had refused to say anymore, not even how she'd supposedly earned it. Whether he really knew
the reasons or not, the second division captain had dismissed it as mere lip
service, exaggerated by time.

"Why did I never
teach it to anyone? This� is too dangerous to use."

Stoic ruefulness
cemented the truth, giving the ignorant officer unmistakable insight into
what she had really been messing with. Growing understanding was the first
chink in self-constructed armour, as the shorter female lunged towards her former commander.

"Idiot!"

Soi Fong did not want to think, or question why she suddenly feared for a despised outlaw's life...

'You are not ready for this method."

That statement had its effect. The hand she
gripped was starting to tremble. The older woman blinked, taken aback by the
detected change in attitude.

The gentle
firmness of this charismatic warrior who so easily intercepted Suzumebachi was
her undoing. Why can't you- Ever the caring mentor�Icy calm and
hard-earned control was gone. Soi Fong was Xiao Ling once again; the girl who
passionately revered her superior, who hated her goddess for her betrayal, who
could not forgive the pain of being abandoned by one whom she loved more than
life itself...

"Why are you still
stronger than me?! You should have lost! The one who betrayed my loyalty; the
one I wanted to catch and crush with my own hands... Why? Why?! WHY?!"

Forgetting all her
plans, tactics and grace, resorting to crude viciousness instead, an irate
shinigami tried to strike seemingly elusive invincibility that deftly evaded
every move. It was as if Fate was mocking her. After all the hard work and
burning ambition, Soi Fong still could not catch up to her idol. Even worse,
she was made painfully aware of the obvious gap between their talented
capacities. What I needed over a hundred years to learn, you got twice as
far in a shorter time!Even before you left- Spitting out blunt
sentiment that only revealed the incredible depth of her long buried affection,
she finally charged forward once more.

I have to end
this. The defensive entity readied herself to throw her first punch.

No killing
intention? What the- I can't hold back- A temporary connection between
earth and sky was established, as raw, uncompressed havoc was discharged.

Silence had never
been more stressful.

Yoruichi was glad
she had taken a step forward after fully extending her fist. It had taken a
colossal amount of strength to use up most of the energy, while her angled arm
was not yet straight. She refused to be the executioner again. The one who
always had to pick up the pieces... except there wouldn't have been any left in
this case.

Silly child, to
attempt a mad headlong dash... Why do you want to die by my hands? Don't you want
my life?

Hearing a strange sound
from the one she'd nearly pulverised into dust, the victor glanced at her. The
pitiful sight of quivering lips and a shivering figure rendered her unable to
look away.

I don't
understand this...

Gazing at this
aloof, disarming legend, treasuring every proud line and curve that she had
wept for and committed to memory for so long, a heart-broken soul could not
stop the tears.

"Why..."

Excruciating
anguish was bundled with a variety of unburdened secrets that finally crippled
her, as she broke down.

"Why didn't you take me with you... Yoruichi-sama..."

Staring down at the defeated form huddled at
her feet, she finally understood what had humbled this one. Shihouin
Yoruichi had never been aware of anything else concerning her predecessor,
apart from admiration and fierce devotion. Now though, catching a deeper
glimpse of what had empowered such animosity... she didn't know what to say.

This woman had
never been as important as Kisuke, Kuukaku, or- or... well, one or two others.
More like a child, rather than an equal. She couldn't reciprocate such faithful
adoration, because there had never been any similarly considerate intentions on
her side. All that could be offered was friendship. Guilt gnawed at her conscience.

What a lousy
leader I am, for not even noticing after all this time. Kisuke, you'd agree
with me. I've done it again, haven't I? Fostered tender feelings in another
unsuspecting innocent that I can't return. Except for that one instance...

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Tutoring him in this aspect was
rather gratifying, since he was such a keen student and quick to grasp�
concepts. Yoruichi enjoyed his inventiveness and spontaneity, especially with
regards to location.

His office, their private baths...
the best tryst had been the one night secretly spent out in the woods.
Sandwiched between blankets and snug within his embrace, comfortably ignoring
external chill as rash passion incited them into exhilarating experimentation
(Hooking her legs over his shoulders, as the provocative crescendo of their
unrestrained duet spiraled into oblivion, him seducing with the alluring drug
that was his body). His iron control now rivaled and competed with hers, as
they became passionately intertwined while tossing caution to the wind (Lips
and hands boldly roving everywhere, tasting mingled exertions before returning
to rekindle smoldering embers of desire).

Limited free time was never
wasted. Agreeing about politics, bickering over rules and clashing violently on
certain perspectives of life, making up (but not necessarily calming down) was
always so much more enjoyable. The dynamics were disjointed, yet cohesive�Ice
fires burned so deep. She was aware that with a polished blade of such elevated
magnificence, to wield it was an exercise of double-edged unpredictability.
Kisuke had pointed out tender kindness, but also highlighted uncaring
harshness... the most cruel and captivating of combinations. If only she could
figure out what Byakuya thought...

It was hot, hungry and
explosive. The unquenchable thirst for each other as they spent countless
afternoons locked in an amorous battle for dominance. It was yearning, aching
and fulfilling as he lost all semblance of propriety in her embrace, reveling
in the unabashed moans and pleas he invoked from her. His back and shoulders
bore stark evidence of her responses to his caresses from the numerous times
they came together, turning fantasy into reality and adding fuel to thwarting
peaceful sleep at night.

When they passed each other in
public while maintaining the appearance of mere acquaintances, a mischievous
quirk of upturned lips was enough to distract him with memories of her
exploring his body with agonizing teasing, or the white-hot ecstasy of coming
in her mouth, or... It was fortunate that no one else had picked up on his
wandering concentration.

The salacious honesty of her behaviour in their shared privacy was something he couldn't get enough of, one of a variety of moods that blended well into each other. What the heir of the Kuchiki clan liked most
however, was to simply hold her in his arms and enjoy their closeness.
Quicksilver intelligence, entertaining wit and generous affection were as
natural to her as breathing. The age difference bothered him as much as the
questionable teacher-student interaction: for about five seconds. Judging from
the way she sometimes yelled at him to be less mature so she'd feel more
responsible, age was not an issue. As to the second topic, their shared
reasoning was that they had never really been in the category. Nothing made him
feel as if there was anything disgraceful or dishonest about their recent
development. What bothered him was the way she treated their relationship so...
casually. At least they could agree about not wanting to give others something
to gossip about. He couldn't figure out why this one would matter so much to
him.

It was when he couldn't stop
thoughts of her randomly popping into his mind, balking at the persistent
question of how many she had taken into her private chambers, along with his
uncontrollably bitter irrationality at rumors suggesting she and the rebellious
Urahara Kisuke were possible lovers, that he knew... He had acquired an
irreparable weakness.

There was only one way to allay
poisonous jealousy, and ensure she wouldn�t be with any others. Otherwise he'd
probably slice them into infinite pieces before turning on her. There was no
guarantee that he wouldn't kill her for possible unfaithfulness.

0o-------------------o0

List of Definitions

Hakuda: One of the four forms of fighting styles for
a shinigami. Basically taijutsu, or otherwise known as 'hand-to-hand/physical
combat'

Suzumebachi: Sparrow Hornet (Soi Fong's Soul slayer.
A long, single claw-like metal extension worn on her right middle finger. For
short-range combat and probably assassination purposes.)
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