Newfu(writer): "GAH! It’s been too long! I’m freaking out! What if I lose my FANS that I've worked for?!"

Soi Fong: -knocks writer out- "Quit your whining and get to work."

Newfu: -k.o.'d-

In another note, I’m sorry you guys had to suffer for a wait. Would a promise make you guys feel better if at all interested? I’ve never had fans before. -sweat drops- I hope you like part 4. I planned to make this two parts, but the middle break section seemed to be way too short for just one chapter, so I had crammed three parts in there!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any rights to Bleach, only the imagination possibility for this fan-fiction.

Part 4 – “Mentally defeated, A plan, and a Surprise in your Bed!”

Soi Fong twitched a bit to bring herself back to reality. ‘Why the hell was I thinking about that just now? Am I really that desperate?’ She looked down and still found herself sitting on the bed with her blanket scrunched up around her waist and her hands on top of the blanket. Upon that, she had never noticed that her hair was undone until she had felt her hair strands fall from over her shoulders as she looked down. She had let out a small blush, knowing of only one person who had absolutely adored and loved it when her hair was completely loose. She shook her head to mentally shake the thoughts from herself. She got up to make her way to her closet, to pick out fresh clothes to change in.

Flipping her half organized closet, she had found something very odd: a set of, what had appeared to be, an orange-salmon colored long sleeve top, and a special-looking uniform that seemed to belong to the Corps of 2nd division. ‘H-how did this- what- w-who could- This has got to be a really sick joke; there’s no way in Soul Society that-.’ Her mind was aimless with constant questions; so had felt, rather, she WAS confused of what they all have meant. Questions after questions without answers, memories after memories with indispensable feelings were all rushing inside of her head.

Two years ago, after that confrontational fight- no, after that confrontational MOMENT had passed between them, she tried and fought really hard to get rid of those thoughts, and to forget about her. She knew she couldn’t do it because her willpower was not that strong. ‘You suck, you know. You can’t even get rid of that one person. You had breathed and lived for her, so what? Is it really that hard to let her go? She’s gone!’ Her conscious voice was harsh on her. She had no choice right now but to ponder what she should do. ‘Why not just get some fire and incinerate the garments? You won’t have to worry about her sneaking in and not having anything to change in. You can forget that way. It’s easier for you, isn’t it?’ She then added to herself, ‘But what if she decides to use the bathroom? I can’t just leave her like that!’ Was she sure of herself that she could or not?

She grew silent and felt a creeping and burning blush rise from the back of her head. She might have collapsed from the heat from such a heavy blush. Her eyes were growing wider with the possibilities of what she was thinking about. Her contradictions were not as great. She wanted to forget about her, but then her mind pits her to think of her in such a way that could be considered wrong to her! She snapped to herself, ‘I could have just incinerate her clothing! But, because I have an enormous amount of respect for her, I won’t even think about touching them! If she comes and decides to raid my house, she is free to do so.’

She had thought of the dream that she had recently, and debated to herself that she should just accept and trust it. She decided to grab her clothes and freshen up, since she was asleep for most of the day. The looming thoughts of her visiting loomed in her mind. ‘Why today…?’

Yachiru was swinging her feet playfully as she was sitting at the table. As usual, Kenpachi was laying on his side, dozing off until a loud “BANG!” was heard from close by. Yachiru looked up at where it came from to see a messy Mayuri and his assistant collaborating on a new experiment that he had in mind. The little playful pink-haired shinigami decided to go run and bug Mayuri, as a lazy Kenpachi was laying on his side, uninterested at the turn of events.

Soi Fong slammed the bathroom sliding door open with her usual scowl. She felt angry and venting out on either Omeada or the rest of the squad for “insubordination”. Imagine the fun bruises for no purpose! She slammed the door with the same force as she opened it, and was about to storm out of the room with an eager scowl.

As she was fixed on making it out in the room, she forgot to make her bed; else she would not feel right and would maybe have to sleep on the floor for tonight. As soon as she was going to lift up the blanket, there was something underneath it that had seemed to shift. Her right foot automatically slid back, as she was ready to take her stance. ‘This doesn’t look right at all…’ she thought. She crept to the blanket and with a hand ready to pounce at whatever was underneath her blanket, she lifted the blanket as quickly as possible, and there it was.

A black adult cat was there, curled up on her bed, taking a happy snooze. She froze and forgot how to breathe for air. Huskily trying to breathe, she tried to think of what to do as quickly as possible. The cat shifted a second time and opened one of its eyes as lazy as possible. “Cook for me, Little Bee!” was all that she could hear inside of her head at the same time, buzzing through her senses.

The color of that eye brought back so much memories that were long since past. The cat stretched out its arms and then, with a lazy gesture, stood up and stretched out its back. After its morning stretch, it sat back down and looked right at Soi Fong, with amber-golden eyes. Soi just stood there, trying to gather her scrambling thoughts and the process of breathing correctly. She stepped back as an attempt to regain herself, but failed when her legs gave out and as a result, she fell butt-first to the floor. Her head was wildly spinning at this point. The cat gracefully jumped down from her bed and stood right in front of spinning and unbalanced captain, with perked ears. The cat pawed at her face, and proceeded to rub its face against the confused captain’s. This had a really deadly result for the head-spinning captain, as she felt her red hot blush come back and melted down her body. The cat gave her a sly look, and started to purr.

Soi shook her head, trying to avoid the facts of her thoughts and dreams. She got up from the floor as quickly as she could and had a contemplation of chasing the cat out of her own room. ‘But what if it’s really her?’ Her lucid thoughts reminded her that she could incinerate the clothes, still. This caused her to scowl even harder than she was once before the cat even showed up.

The cat licked its lips and meowed softly at Soi Fong. She turned around quickly to see what it wanted. ‘Maybe the cat’s thirsty…’ She then went to the fridge to take out a carton of milk. At times, she would think to herself that she really doesn’t need the milk but she gets it anyways. At other times, she would notice that the milk would be gone and the carton thrown away in the trash can. Into reality, she took out a bowl and set it on the floor, and then she poured the milk gently onto the bowl. The cat watched with eager anticipation, and when the pouring was done, the cat went straight to lapping. Soi Fong was surprisingly considerate to give the cat some milk.

After lapping a good portion of the milk, the cat looked up at Soi to take a break and licked its lips. Soi Fong automatically blushed as the cat looked at her. The cat gave a sly look and went back to lapping its milk. As Soi Fong sat on the floor, she had smiled to herself. ‘Somehow, this cat makes me feel safe. I haven’t gone soft, have I?’

She had got up quickly and decided that today was enough. She started to head out, only to not make a note that the cat she had fed milk to was following her.

Ending Poem

“To dream of you

It was not enough

To think of you

Something I could not touch.”

End of part 4.