A/N: Alrighty now stop! One, this is a Prequel meaning if you haven't read the original called "Beautiful Sin", then your probably not going to understand. Two! This is YoruTia, Meaning Yoruichi has no idea Soifon exists at this point in time. So if you don't like the idea of Yoruichi and Tia falling in love, then idk what to tell you. Three! If you haven't guessed already it's Yuri. Alrighty thats it! Yawl have a good day nows yes yes!

Beautiful Lie

She was the illusion of my heart. The Oasis that fed my desires, never completely quenching my thirst of my beating heart. To drink in that warm sunny gaze that ignited my very soul, This goddess I so desperately wanted to praise and worship. Her body is nothing short of a temple and I it's blind servant. Disillusioned and strayed off the path I that had been created for me. I cared not for the consequences, until they found me... and her...

The pounding of shoes against the pavement as a blur rounded about the corner of the Seireitei High School Track. The blur whipped over several hurdles before slowing down to a halt, Revealing the caramel beauty. She bent over tired, breathing ragged as her golden gaze locked on the gravel below her. Suddenly a strange sound drew her attention to the bleachers. A gruff looking teenager turned her baseball cap to the side as she slow clapped, seemingly mocking the girl below.

The girl furrow her violet brow over her harsh golden gaze, burning into the other girl's sitting image. She cupped her mouth and shouted up at her. "Did you even study for finals Kukaku?!"

The girl stopped clapping and looked thoughtful for a moment before shrugging. Adjusting her open red and blue flannel shirt , revealing a white tank top with a superman logo on it. "Why bother... either I'm going to pass or fail... not like a give a shit anyway princess!" She yelled in response. Faster than she could have realized the other girl had already jumped the fence in a single bound making her way up the bleachers, two at a time. Kukaku turned to run, but was tackled by the darker teenager. "Ah dammit Yoruichi! Stop! Your hurting me, shit!" Yoruichi had taken Kukaku's wrist and bent it behind her back as she wailed around helplessly.

"I told you... to quit calling me that. How many times do I have to tell you?" She increases the pressure, making her point valid.

"Gak! Okay okay damn! Jesus fucking Christ, I'm sorry! Now get... off!" With that Yoruichi instantly releases her hold, standing up to dust her hands off. Kukaku reluctantly rose to her feet, rubbing her left shoulder with her right hand. "So..." Kukaku reaching in her shirt pocket to pull out a box of cigarettes, shaking one into her hand before placing it back. "School's out... you wanna hang out for a while?" Yoruichi scratched the nape of her short purple hair, musing at her suggestion. Kukaku rolls her eyes, flicking a lighter on to light her stick. "Look I'm fucking bored okay? Kaien is over seas with his new wife, fighting god knows what and my idiot brother is out somewhere with his friends. Don't even get me started on Issin the 'Super' Dad ergh..." Yoruichi chuckles at her friend.

"And so you thought hanging out with the school's richest and most popular girl would be the solution to your troubles." Kukaku frowns at her statement.

"Hey... fuck these other losers, they don't know the real you. The bratty, spoiled, oblivious to the world prin-" She receives a glares from Yoruichi that makes her stop in mid sentence. "cess that I know you are." With that she bolt down the bleachers, Yoruichi shakes her head.

"You know you can't outrun me! I got eight point five seconds at the last meet's relay run!" Yoruichi then bolts down the bleachers herself. The spring breeze lifting her troubles away along with the sakura petals.

Elsewhere in Seireitei...

Inside a concrete parking garage a Black van, parked alone through the entire floor. However it was short lived as another white van rounded the corner of the ramp and parked near the black one. Both of the vehicle's drivers and passenger's door opened up as the four went to the back of the vehicle's to meet.

A young man with a rather large mohawk coughs, breaking the silence between them. "Hey Bazz-B..." A young man with black hair and a scar on the left side of his lip, acknowledges him with a nod.

"Yo Cang. Whatcha got for the boss?"

"There's the weeks intake in the back, and the income this week has been rather light." Bazz-B looks curiously as he goes over to peer inside the white van.

"Cang what is this? Seriously you can't expect me to show this to his majesty. Yhwach is wanting at least twice this much."

The gangster nods in approval. "I know, but times are tough out here. Clients are getting their fix elsewhere. Rumor says their stuff is cheaper and the effect is more potent." Bazz-B cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing through the empty garage.

"We need a way to find these jokers and get them off the street."

"I couldn't agree with you more." Bazz-B points to the white van and his partner goes up to it and starts loading the sacks of heavy burlap into the black van. Bazz-B then holds his hand out to Cang, in turn he shakes confidently. As the two part ways, they notice a unfamiliar sound, growing louder as it approached. Suddenly the roar of a bike engine accompanied by screeching tires are soon identified as a woman pulls up and wheels a doughnut. Dressed in a spandex black two piece. The shirt however barely covered her breasts, showing off her toned caramel midriff as the long sleeves seemed reached down and engulf her fingers, allowing white fingertips to show. Her sporty motorcycle helmet keep her identity fully hidden though with this fully tinted visor. The startled four looks completely at a loss for words until she reaches behind her only to pull out a fully automatic uzi and begins firing at them. The men duck for cover as the woman keeps firing. She cripples the white van, puncturing the rubber of the tires. She shoots the two lackeys each one had brought.

"Bazz-B! Get in the fucking van! Let's go!" Cang shoots over the bullets. Bazz-B grits his teeth and nods running over to the driver's side of the vehicle with Cang Du climbing in the passenger seat. Bazz-B starts up the van and peels out backwards almost hitting the mystery woman. Just then her clip runs out and she is unable to shoot at them any longer as the duo sped off. Quickly she swipes the gun against her white belt filled with ammo cartridges and reloads her gun, pulling back the chamber before speeding off after her targets.

"Who the fuck was that bitch?!" Bazz-B roared, while making a hard right into traffic out of the garage.

"Whoever she is, she knew exactly when and where we going to exchange." Bazz-B looks over to him for a moment.

"So you think there's a fucking rat in Wandenreich?"

"That's a possibly." Just then Cang looks in the rear view mirror to see their assailant gaining ground, bobbing and weaving throughout traffic. "Step on it." Cang reaches down beneath his seat to pull out a pistol. Bazz-B places his foot on the gas, side ramming the red sedan in front of him before taking off.

"You know for a peaceful little mountain town it sure does have a lot of problems!" Cang Leans out the window, and fires three shots, careful not to hit other traveling commuters. The woman slows down a bit, avoiding the bullets, before she holds up her gun and sprays bullets into their vehicle. Cang quickly whips his head back inside, as his passenger side mirror was shot off.

"Yeah well... you know they say B. The grass always looks greener." Bazz-B scoffs at his remark, once again avoiding cars in order to further the distance between them.

Meanwhile...

Yoruichi and Kukaku decided to make for cafe across the street from their school, leaving behind Yoruichi's rather expensive vehicle behind in order to simply walk, the two were enjoying a leisurely conversation. " You know Yoruichi after we graduate I wonder if that old creepy geezer will still want you to transfer you to his school? So you can... 'run' for him?" Kukaku bumps her elbow into her arm, causing Yoruichi to roll her eyes playfully.

"Yamamoto is a nice man. I honestly don't think he wanted anything else but for me to transfer down to his school." Yoruichi shrugs.

"If I came all the way from Karakura just to come to one of your boring ass events, I'd want more too." Kukaku gives her an all knowing wink, to which Yoruichi shakes her head in response. They step out unto the crosswalk, the car neatly behind the white lines as the red light allows them to pass. Suddenly the screech of tires and honking came from behind the cars. Curiously the girls stop in the middle of the street unable to process what they were seeing. A Black van being chased by a motorcyclist. The van was slamming into other vehicles in an attempt to away. The other cars they had stopped at the red light in front of them began to peel out, wanting nothing to do with the destruction behind them, but also trapping the girls within the street as they rushed by. The black van barreling directly towards them.

The motorcyclist saw the frightened teenagers in the street along with the black van heading towards them, quickly she sped up and passed the van and screeched to a stop in front of the girls.

"Watch out B!"

"Awww shit... what the hell is she up to now?" He slams his foot on the brakes.

Pulling the trigger, spraying another round of automatic fire at their tires. She hit the front right tire. The car lost control, swerving off to the left, completely missing them. But he regained control and kept going. Both girls, completely stunned at what they just witnessed simply stand frozen. The Biker turns to them both, as if she was waiting for a response from either of them to show that were fine. Yoruichi looks up into the visor, curious to see her savior's facial features, but it provided none. The track star nods, showing her the sign she was looking for. With that the biker revs up her engine once more and takes off in the direction of the van that almost killed them moments earlier.

Kukaku is the first to break the silence between them. "Damn I wish she'd at least shot me in the leg so I can get out finals." Yoruichi whips her head back to her friend, clearly unamused by her joke. "Chill out I was only joking, Yoruichi. Let's cross already before another van and vigilante show up."

The motorcyclist sped up catching wind of the destruction the van had caused. She soon found it abandoned on the side of the road, it had ran head first into a light pole, the bumper and front end almost wrapped around the pole itself. She decelerates the bike and parks it, pointing her weapon at the vehicle as she investigates. Going over the driver's side she found nothing but the empty seats and casings laid upon them. She lowers her gun, looking around warily before kicking the van in frustration. Suddenly a vibration comes from her pocket and she rips off her helmet fiercely. Pulling the device out of her pocket and holds it up to her ear.

"What?" The angry blonde growls, her emerald eyes narrowing down.

"Easy Tia... It's just me." The smooth baritone voice comes over the line. The woman places a hand over face, sliding down to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Starrk... they got away."

"Mhmm... that's alright Tia. Just back off for now, I'll meet you over at the landing, under St. Thomas's bridge."

"Okay." She pulls the phone away, just in time to hear sirens heading her away. She places the helmet back on, going back over to her bike and pulling away out of sight.

Later on that evening...

The quiet lapping of waves against the shore, greets the mercenary Tia Halibel ears. She rests her head backwards against the wooden bench she sat upon. She savored this spot, for the way the twilight glowed in the western horizon over the river and the bridge running over it. The streetlights had just turned on, adding to the ambiance. "Good Evening, Tres." Tia snaps her head up in order to see a tall lanky man, with brunette wavy, shoulder length hair, and a scruffy beard. "Were you out here jogging around?" He looks over her tank top and sweat pants.

"Not quite, Starrk. Jogging takes up to much energy. I decide to just walk instead." Starrk nods, taking his seat next to her.

"What happened back there Tia?" The blonde pushes away her locks, casting her gaze at the lapping waves.

"They were going to be killed Starrk." Starrk hums thoughtfully.

"That just not like you though. Knowing you... you would've let them be smashed as a means to slow down your target, and then proceeded in executing in them." Tia sighs, knowing her latest failure would cause further kinks on down the roads. "We are Espada, Tres. Not heroes. We kill for blood money. That's it." Starrk rises up from his seat and scratches his head. "Client wants the job done by the end of this year. Do you know why I gave you this job Tres?"

"Because you're too lazy to do it yourself? Or maybe because of your bratty daughter, Lilynette wants to follow in dear old daddy's footsteps and you don't want her following you again?" Starrk sighs in contempt. As true as her accusations were he'd never admit it.

"No, it's because I trust you enough to get it done efficiently with the best results. I would have given it to Nnoitra, but Nnoitra just shoots everything in his path without question. You at least have a conscience." Tia rolls her eyes, finally glaring up at her superior. Starrk reaches in his pocket, flipping open his cellphone for moment before re-pocketing it. "Lilynette made dinner... I'd better go. I'll email you some more rendezvous points for Cang Du and Bazz-B. Although they may not be together."

"I know... I ruined the best chance to take them both out at once. Don't worry, I'll get it done Starrk." He gives her a skeptical look for a moment before she narrows her eyes at him. Catching the hint, he turns on his heel and proceeds walking down the pathway into the evening. She leans back again, casually watching the sunset until a rapid set of footstep draws her back to reality. To her astonishment, the very same woman she had saved earlier, was jogging down the pathway. "Oh god... this is a small town." She whispers, watching her run towards her.

Headphones blasting, Yoruichi bobs her head to the beat, rounding the corner passing Tia. Smiling, she gives the woman a friendly wave, never missing a step as she continues on her trek. Tia nods, eventually casting a curious eyebrow skyward, staring at her backside. Her cellphone started vibrating in her pocket, causing her to blush. Hurriedly she takes the device out, swiping along the screen to see directions for her next attempt.

Hours later Yoruichi finds herself, leaning back against a wall in the mist of a sea of people, raving to the deep techno bass pulsing throughout the club. Kukaku had once again convinced her to go out this evening along with Kisuke. Normally she'd be all for it. Drinking her cares away, dancing on the floor with some stranger she might seduce later on that night. But tonight was different. She rolls the events of earlier around in her mind. She wouldn't be here if that stranger hadn't have intervened. The flashes of woman dressed in all black flashes across her mind once more. "Damn it... If I could had just seen inside that visor then maybe I would know who she was."

Suddenly the heiress was knockout of her musing by Kukaku slapping her rather hard on her exposed shoulder. Yoruichi scowls, pushing back her obviously now drunk friend. "Biiiitch this party is fucking awesome! Why aren't you out there with me and Kisuke?"

"Doesn't it bother you a little that we almost died in a freak accident today, Kukaku?" Kukaku frowns, taking another sip of her vodka before answering.

"Yah know life is pretty fucking short and all, princess. I figure that was my wake up call yah knows? And being as such I'd rather party my fucking ass off before I die! Wooo!" Yoruichi rolls her eyes, before Kukaku grabs her wrist and pulls her unto the dance floor.

Elsewhere on the dance floor, Tia herself, pushes her way throughout the mob. Looking for her targets. She soon found the pair, lounging comfortably in the V.I.P lounge. Reaching behind her, she placed a firm hand around the butt of her gun. Prepared to find the right opportunity to execute. Kukaku leads Yoruichi to a nice spot on the dance floor next to Kisuke and begins grinding on him, bouncing her head feverishly. Yoruichi sighs, swaying her hips to the beat. While swinging her glow-sticks connected to long pieces of string in a rhythmical Poi fashion. She creates a beautiful pattern with the flashing and rapidly changing lights.

She continues her display for others to enjoy until emerald eyes through scanning throughout the crowd in her general direction catches her attention. She had seen this woman earlier sitting on the park bench as she was doing her routine jog. Unlike the party goers around those irises, they were so focused, intent, unnerving and unflinching. It made her feel goosebumps and sent a chill down her spine. Curiosity getting the better of her she decided to make her way over, turning down many party goers invitations to dance with them.

Tia narrows her eyes at Cang Du and Bazz-B casually drinking together, toasting to each other about something before taking a swig of the clear liquid within their glasses. She took a step forward in their direction, before swinging lights stops her advance. Confused the blonde looks to the source of the interference. Emerald meet gold locked in confusion and desire. "Fuck... not you... not now!" Tia looks back over to see her targets, getting up from the lounge in order to follow a group of girls back into the club. She again attempts to follow them, But Yoruichi changes up the pattern to a rapid pace, blocking her. Tia looks backs and raises an eyebrow curiously at the woman.

"Looks like your not having a good time tonight. Do you mind if I fix that?" Yoruichi spins around, her revealing purple leopard rave outfit with black spots, leaving just enough skin for the imagination to run wild with.

"I'm not really here to socialize." Tia shouts over the dance music her stoic expression sealing the sentence. Yoruichi's quirks a curious eyebrow. A challenge, someone who doesn't cave into her beauty at the first sight of her. It intrigues her further about the mysterious woman.

"Well then... let's skip the formalities. Dance with me." She commands. Tia scrunches down her brow about to protest, when the woman stops swinging the lights in order to place her hands around the taller woman's hips and bring them closer to hers. Awkwardly Tia tries the follow the fluid dancing of her new partner. Oddly enough she began having a good time or else she would have pushed the other woman away by now and continue surfing her way through the crowd.

Tia took her hand and interlaced it with the stranger's. She spun Yoruichi around, so that she was behind the young woman. "Do you want something to drink?" Yoruichi nods, taking her hand to lead her captive to the bar. The two sat down and Tia caught the attention of the Bartender. "Two white gummy bears." The man nodding going away for a moment to fix their drinks. "So lets rewind shall we?" Tia held out her hand and Yoruichi took it. "Tia Halibel."

"Yoruichi Shihouin." Yoruichi purrs, delighted at the strong grip that held her hand. Tia lets their hands slip as her face became puzzled. She had heard that surname before, but where was the question. The bartender set the drinks in between the ladies and went back to his duties. Yoruichi saw the confusion flash throughout her eyes. "My father is Ryota Shihouin." Finally the wheels started turning in Tia's mind.

"The famous business man?" Yoruichi nods in confirmation. "Interesting." Tia crosses her legs, taking a sip of her drink. "How lucky am I? Saved the client's daughter. Ends up treating her to a damn drink. Ergh this job is getting harder and harder as the days go by." Tia is drawn out of her musing as Yoruichi laughter averts her attention.

"Yeah... A lot of people think so. Although I don't mind what a lot of people think. They just see my father. I simply live in his shadow. Through me they see him." Yoruichi knocked back her drink in a single shot. Tia saw the hurt reflecting in her golden irises from her earlier statement.

"That's a shame... because I don't see your father. Only a beautiful young woman having a drink with me." Yoruichi looks back at Tia curiously. Wondering if her statement was genuine or had an underlying intent behind it. She seemed genuine, especially with the sincere smile she was receiving. Yoruichi smiled back, before the vibration of her cellphone interrupted. She pulled out the device from inside her bra and held it up to her ear.

"Yoruichi?"

"Kisuke? Where are you?" Yoruichi starts to search the crowd for her friends.

"Well... Kukaku got sick and I didn't see you. So I thought..." Yoruichi sits back down, biting her lip. She looks up at Tia's face, casually looking away throughout the crowd. Tapping her on the thigh gets her attention again however as Yoruichi, leans over and covers the speaker of her phone.

"So I have a small problem." Tia quirks an eyebrow.

"A problem I can solve I'm assuming." Yoruichi nods.

"My friends bailed out on me... and I sort of..."

"Need a ride home?" Yoruichi nods, hoping for a positive reaction. Tia's expression gave no clues as to whether or not she would comply. "Sure... Are you ready to go now or wait?" Excitedly, Yoruichi jumps from the bar and unto her feet.

"Yes! I'm ready!" Too excitedly perhaps because she lost balance upon her feet hitting the floor. Tia swiftly caught her by the arm and steadied her. The drinking contest she had with Kukaku earlier must have just started to show it's effects with the last drink Tia had just brought her. "Thanks." Tia nods, escorting her to the exit.

When they reached the parking lot, Yoruichi looked around curiously for the car Tia had driven. Tia reached in her pocket and pressed a button. A rev of an engine was her answer as Yoruichi turns to see a white motorcycle. Tia watches Yoruichi's irises widen at the vehicle. "Glad I traded the black one for the white tonight." Yoruichi walks over and touches the gas tank, embroided with the number three in black.

She turns back to Tia. "We're riding this?" Tia doesn't respond however and simply hands her a helmet before she climbs unto the vehicle, placing in the key and then twisting the handle to rev the engine once again. Yoruichi hesitates for a moment before reluctantly placing on the helmet and climbing on. Tia looks over her shoulder at Yoruichi.

"Your going to fall off the bike like that." Tia leans back in order to grab Yoruichi's hands and wrap them around her waist. She then leans forward again grabbing handlebars. "I suggest you hang on." Tia can't see the nervous look Yoruichi gave her through the visor. She then takes off into the night. Yoruichi is tempted to scream at the sudden acceleration, but bites her tongue as she increases her grip. Tia soon slows down in order to stop at a stop light. "Where do you live?"

Yoruichi muffled voice tries to convey but sees that Tia simply does not understand. She looks up at the mountain and then points. Tia looks in the general direction and nods, taking off once more. Yoruichi had never ridden a motorcycle before and it was thrilling she concluded. The wind rushing past only fuels the adrenaline from the sudden turns and dips. Soon enough Yoruichi felt the bike decelerate. She looks over her shoulder to see her property's giant metal gates. Tia places her foot on the gravel dirt road and looks over the three-story cabin behind them. The huge panoramic windows in the front lit up inside to the luxurious living room inside. She then looks to her left to see the twinkling lights of the city down below.

Yoruichi leans back in order to find her keys and with a simple push of an button, the gates open and swing back inside. Tia kicks her foot off the ground and slowly enters, swiveling her bike around so that she may exit. Yoruichi haphazardly climbs off the bike, grinning like mad as she took the helmet off and handed it back to it's owner. Tia raises the helmet to place it upon her head, until Yoruichi stops her. "Tia..." Tia stops in mid motion before lowering down the helmet as the woman came closer. "Thank you... for the ride home. It was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me by far."

Yoruichi closes in the distance between them, Stopping for a moment to pull out a strip of paper from her outfit and place it inside of Tia's pocket unknowingly to her as confused emerald stares down at confident golden ones. Satisfied Yoruichi closes her eyes and places a soft lingering kiss on the blonde's lips. To which Tia responded to, tasting the alcohol she had brought for her a few minutes ago. Finally Yoruichi pulls away, smirking all the while as she proceeds into her house. Tia stays still for a moment, staring at the door, Yoruichi had gone through. Before placing her helmet on, revving the engine, and peeling out of the driveway.

Eventually Tia pulls up into her studio apartment, exiting her bike with her high heels clicking against the smooth concrete of the garage. She took the stairs up to the fifth floor and placed the keys into her door. Tia places her helmet and keys on the front table near the door. Before shrugging off her shoes. She looks around for a moment before ruffling her blonde locks with both of her hands and emitting a screaming noise of frustration. She then slides the smooth caramel skin over face. Still feeling her lips on her skin, Tia shudders subconsciously. She then shakes her head, storming off into the bathroom.

"I can't feel like this... Such feelings are beneath me. I'm a killer. A mercenary. Assassins don't feel, we kill. I've killed hundreds of people and not even battered an eyelash. Then this woman comes and..." Tia recalls the butterfly effects in her stomach in that split moment she had kissed her. "Need to shower... If I do that, then maybe I can forget." Tia strips, throwing off her clothes unto the tiled floor, until a curious piece of paper falls out of her pocket. Confused she bends over and unravels it, only to cause the blood to rush to her face in an uncharacteristic blush across her cheeks. In probably the most beautiful penmanship she had ever seen was Yoruichi's number, sealed with a kiss of the lipstick she wore earlier. On instinct she crumbles the piece of paper back up and throws it in the small trash can next to her sink. She places a foot into the shower, stopping for a moment as she looks back at the trash can. Against her better judgment, the mercenary sighs, reaching back in to trash can to pull out the number and places it unto the sink.