"Just what kind of power is this...?"
Yoruichi Shihōin walked up to Soifon, curiously examining Ichigo Kurosaki's current form.
It was quite miraculous. As long as he reconciled with the power inside his body, he could gain ridiculously strong power. This was Ichigo Kurosaki.
"That's how it is. Make sure to build a good relationship with the two guys inside you from now on."
Seeing Ichigo in this form, Soifon nodded in satisfaction. Then, she slapped Yoruichi Shihōin's butt and turned around, walking toward the stairs leading out of the basement.
Perhaps she had grown accustomed to being disciplined, but Yoruichi Shihōin actually read Soifon's intentions from that slap just now, following her out without a second thought.
"Um... Sister Soifon!" Ichigo Kurosaki deactivated his Shinigami form and pointed at the devastated basement. "Can I call a few ambulances for them?"
"No need, they won't die." Soifon waved her hand dismissively. "You, on the other hand, better hurry home before Yuzu and Karin start worrying."
Reminded by Soifon, Ichigo Kurosaki hastily took out his phone to check the time...
"Ah—! Crap!"
It was already eight o'clock! Dinner was completely over!
As Soifon and Yoruichi walked up the stairs, Nelliel and Harribel, who had been peeking from the top of the stairwell, hurriedly stood at attention on both sides, pretending to stand guard nearby.
As her field of vision gradually widened, Yoruichi Shihōin first saw the familiar factory, and then smelled a peculiar fragrance wafting past her nose.
Two tall beauties dressed in white uniforms stood on either side of the stairwell, looking respectful, as if welcoming someone's arrival.
They're hiding their Spiritual Pressure. Are they Shinigami or Quincies? What organization are they from?
Yoruichi Shihōin didn't guess in the direction of Arrancars, because she didn't see any characteristics of Menos Grande on them.
"Lady Soifon," the two chimed in unison.
Just as Yoruichi Shihōin was guessing their identities, Nelliel and Harribel spoke simultaneously, curiously examining the Yoruichi beside her.
"Mhm. This is Yoruichi Shihōin, my lover."
As she spoke, Soifon took Yoruichi's hand, raising it and waving it in front of the two.
The moment her words fell, the air came to a subtle standstill.
"L... Lover?!"
Nelliel's voice was trembling as she spoke.
Although Harribel didn't show much of a reaction, her blinking frequency was much higher than usual.
And Yoruichi Shihōin, whose hand was being held by Soifon and who was still slightly dazed, felt a layer of heat quietly crawl up the base of her ears.
Although she and Soifon had already done everything they should and shouldn't do, admitting their relationship in front of others... seemed to be a first.
Unwittingly, her heart felt as if it had been lightly scratched by a cat's paw, rippling with a tingling, fluttering itch.
"Let's go. Back to the Urahara Shop first."
Soifon didn't give them too much time to be shy or surprised. Holding Yoruichi's hand, she strode toward the outside of the factory.
Harribel and Nelliel immediately composed their expressions and silently followed, one on the left and one on the right, maintaining a perfectly appropriate escorting distance.
When they returned to the inconspicuous little shop, only Tessai Tsukabishi was there; the two children had already gone to sleep.
The tall former Grand Kido Chief was behind the counter wiping tea sets. Seeing Soifon return with Yoruichi and two unfamiliar women, he froze slightly.
Upon learning the news that Kisuke Urahara had collapsed heavily injured, he rushed out without looking back, heading straight for the Visoreds' base; at the same time, Kisuke Urahara had also decided not to return to the Urahara Shop tonight, staying over at the Visoreds' side to avoid the heat.
Now, only the four of them were left awake in the Urahara Shop.
Since there were no extra empty rooms in the Urahara Shop, Soifon brought two futons into Yoruichi's room and laid them out for Nelliel and Harribel.
"Lady Soifon, how could we!"
"That's right, the two of us don't need to sleep..."
Ignoring their panicked hand-waving, Soifon laid out the futons, put her hands on her hips, leaned forward slightly, and put on a serious expression. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. This is an order!"
"Alright, understood..."
Upon hearing the word "order", the two were no longer stubborn. They obediently sat on the tatami mats and nodded.
In the dog-eat-dog Hueco Mundo, the weak obeying the orders of the strong was a universally accepted consensus, not to mention that they had quite a favorable impression of Soifon...
Carrying bath supplies and a change of clothes to the room, Yoruichi Shihōin happened to overhear their conversation just now.
An inexplicable surge of jealousy welled up from the bottom of her heart.
Damn it, where did Soifon abduct two obedient and beautiful girls like this again?
"I'm going to take a shower." Yoruichi Shihōin pointed toward the bathroom with her eyes. "Want to join me?"
She herself didn't know why she was inviting Soifon to bathe together.
"Uh..." Soifon was taken aback for a moment, then let out a relieved smile. "Sure, Lady Yoruichi."
The two left the room carrying their bath supplies, leaving behind two stunned figures.
Wait! Wait a minute!
Nelliel pinched Harribel's thigh, pointing in disbelief in the direction Soifon had just left. "Did I hear that right, Harribel...?"
Gulp.
Harribel swallowed hard, answering with difficulty. "I think... probably not..."
Their Lady Soifon had called that purple-haired woman "Lady Yoruichi".
Then, how should they address her?!
Why did it feel like... their status had suddenly dropped by two whole tiers, damn it!
The splashing sound of running water echoed in the spacious bathroom, soon masking the faint noises from outside.
White steam began to permeate the air, gradually blurring both of their visions.
It had long since stopped being the first time Soifon and Yoruichi Shihōin met in naked honesty, so there wasn't much shyness between them.
Turning the showerhead's flow to the maximum, the warm pillar of water instantly cascaded down, splashing over the two of them like a miniature waterfall.
Yoruichi Shihōin picked up the body wash, rubbed it into a lather in her palms, and began gliding her hands over Soifon's back.
"You're being very well-behaved tonight."
Her voice mixed with the sound of the running shower water. She moved to Soifon's front, raised her hand, and lightly dabbed some foam onto the tip of Soifon's nose with her fingertips.
"What do you mean?"
Soifon slightly tilted her head up, meeting Yoruichi's steam-blurred eyes.
"Tell me the truth..." Yoruichi deflected the topic. "What exactly is your relationship with those two?"
"They are my subordinates in Hueco Mundo, as well as friends."
"Hueco Mundo? You mean they're Arrancars?"
"Mhm."
"Heh heh..."
Yoruichi Shihōin sneered a few times.
"They have no Hollow Hole, no mask, and don't even have a Hollow's Spiritual Pressure or aura."
"Even if you're trying to brush me off, you shouldn't use an excuse like this. I..."
Yoruichi Shihōin's words spilled out overflowing with jealousy, as if the misty bathroom wasn't filled with water vapor, but rather steam boiled from vinegar.
"Is that so? So Lady Yoruichi is actually jealous."
Soifon blinked and teased.
"Hmph." Yoruichi Shihōin let out a soft snort from her nose. "I bet you were just afraid of the two of them getting jealous if they heard something..."
Before she could finish.
Soifon suddenly moved.
She didn't retort, nor did she explain. Cupping Yoruichi Shihōin's steam-covered face with both hands, under the gaze of Yoruichi's abruptly widening eyes, she kissed her.
"Mmph—!??"
Caught completely off guard, Yoruichi Shihōin's lips were thoroughly sealed shut, shoving all her unfinished words right back down.
Clang—
With a crisp ring, the showerhead held in Yoruichi Shihōin's hand accidentally slipped and hit the bathroom floor, jarringly sudden.
Under the water pressure, the uncontrolled stream briefly and irregularly sprayed toward the ceiling for a second, forming a misty spray.
Following that, it slumped limply back onto the ground, lying quietly on the bathroom floor.
The warm water flooded the floor, washing over their closely pressed ankles and insteps, bringing a wave of comforting heat.
Ending the kiss, Soifon released Yoruichi. "Now, does Lady Yoruichi still think I'm afraid?"
Hearing the commotion from the bathroom, the two sitting properly in the room exchanged a glance, hesitating over whether they should take a peek.
Nelliel slightly turned her head, using her eyes to signal Harribel to go first, while she followed behind to provide cover.
—You're NO.2, your rank is higher than mine, you go first.
However, Harribel slowly shook her head, and then used her eyes to hint back at the other.
—You're NO.3, your rank is lower than mine, you should obey my orders. I order you to go first.
The two struggled internally in the room for a long time, but neither stood up to take the first step.
Time slowly ticked by. About ten minutes later, Soifon and Yoruichi Shihōin returned to the room, wiping the water droplets from their hair, their cheeks bearing the flush of a fresh bath.
"Aren't you two going to take a shower?"
Yoruichi looked at the two sitting rigidly in the room like sculptures.
Up until now, Yoruichi still didn't believe they were Arrancars.
"No, it's not necessary..."
"Thank you... for your concern. We can just use our Spiritual Pressure to wash our bodies."
The two shook their heads in perfect sync, and Harribel even struggled for a moment over how best to address Yoruichi.
"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself." Yoruichi Shihōin smiled. "I'm Yoruichi Shihōin, I used to be this girl's Captain."
Having said that, Yoruichi placed her hand on Soifon's head and rubbed it.
After rolling her eyes ruthlessly, Soifon still decided to give her some face for now, and turn the tables to be the master tonight.
Lady Soifon's... Captain...
Then how should she be addressed?
"But you can just call me Yoruichi. Don't worry about what this Soifon girl calls me."
Because Soifon gave her face, it went to Yoruichi Shihōin's head a little, as if she had reverted back to her days in the Second Division when she called the other "little sister".
Opposite them, Soifon wore a gentle smile, though in her mind she was already tallying up quite a few scores to settle with Yoruichi Shihōin.
"Uh..."
"Okay..."
The two exchanged a glance and weakly nodded in agreement.
They didn't know exactly what level this woman named Yoruichi was at, but since she was Lady Soifon's former boss, they still needed to respect her.
After all, they seemed to have a pretty good relationship...
"Lady Yoruichi, let me dry your hair for you."
Suddenly, a red fireball lit up in Soifon's hand—Shakkahō.
"Ah? Thanks."
Yoruichi sat carelessly on the tatami, letting Soifon use a fireball imbued with terrifying Spiritual Pressure to dry her soaking wet long hair from behind.
Gulp.
Lady Soifon right now was so bizarre, so gentle... so terrifying!
...
Late that night.
Adhering to Lady Soifon's teaching of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do", Harribel and Nelliel lay on their futons not far away, covered by blankets as they looked at the bright moon outside the window.
With absolutely no desire to sleep.
Rustle, rustle...
Suddenly, the sound of bedding shifting reached their ears. The two twitched their ears slightly to listen, discovering that it was coming from Lady Soifon and Miss Yoruichi's side.
Feeling the warm touch and the familiar fragrance coming from beside her, Yoruichi Shihōin opened her eyes, only to be met with Soifon's smiling gaze.
—There are people right beside us, could you restrain yourself a bit!?
Yoruichi frantically hinted at Soifon with her eyes, feeling a bit happy yet somewhat embarrassed in her heart.
Leaning over and pinning Yoruichi beneath her, Soifon's lazy voice faintly reached her ear.
"Lady Yoruichi, shouldn't you settle the bill for me using 'Shakkahō' to dry your hair?"
As she spoke, Soifon's hands were just as aggressive as her words.
Yoruichi Shihōin gritted her teeth tightly, clamping down on Soifon's fingers and refusing to let them advance an inch.
As everyone knew, Yoruichi Shihōin was a Shinigami with the title of "Goddess of Flash", so her lower body strength was extremely well-developed.
However, no matter how strong she was, it was still only a strength within the boundaries of a Shinigami...
Blut Arterie activated.
The despicable and shameless Soifon actually used a Quincy's ability while doing this kind of thing!
Just as Yoruichi Shihōin was about to open her mouth and furiously scold the other for her lack of martial ethics, her lips were once again physically blocked by Soifon.
As the saying goes... when enemies cross paths on a narrow road, the brave one wins.
Rain strikes the banana leaves as one idly listens to the showers,
Saying there is sorrow, yet there is none.
Given the strength of the four people in the room, these seemingly faint rustling noises were actually no different from talking loudly right next to their ears.
It was just giving each other a thin veil of decency to protect their sense of shame.
Listening to the abnormal noises reaching their ears, even Nelliel and Harribel—two Arrancars who were unversed in the ways of the world—roughly understood what Soifon and Yoruichi Shihōin were doing.
Blushes gradually floated up to their cheeks. They turned their heads to exchange a glance in unspoken agreement, then pulled up their blankets to cover their heads in perfect sync.
Even though this was completely useless for them.
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