I don't own bleach. If I did, well lets just say some things would be different.

Summary: Soifon is a every day high school student, trying to get over the fact her best friend is dead. She tries to get her mind off things by writing a story but the next day wakes up in a place that feels a bit familiar. And guess whose there?

This story has a lot of character deaths some good and others evil. This is more from boredom than wanting people to give me praise and stuff. Not saying I don't like praise you can still review.

The girl sat there. Not offering and word or form of a answer, just stared at the wall.

Unohana let out a pent up breath. There was just no point in trying any more. Why should she try? This was the fifth session she's had with this girl but was getting no where.

"I'm afraid we are out of time Ms. Fon. Shall we head out?" Soifon nodded her head briskly as they let the room. Reina walked up to Unohana with a hopeful expression.

She shook her head.

"I'm afraid I've tried every thing in my power, but she just wont cooperate. There may just be no hope for her, I'm sorry." Reina let out a small cry and her husband hugged her.

"So are you saying Soifon might never speak again?" Hikari, their oldest son, asked.

"I'm sorry but she has put up too many walls for us to break." He glanced at his younger sister. He knew she was close to Yoruichi but never knew she was so close to become mute. They walked out to the car and Soifon got in the back seat, like always.

Aki, her dad, started the van and headed down the street. He pulled up to a dark gray, two story house. They all got out and went in side. Soifon went straight up to her room, her two metal rings clanking as she walked. She locked her door behind her and undid her braids. She stared at her self in the mirror.

See Soi? It isn't that hard.

Soifon rested her head on her hands, thinking of when Yoruichi thought her to do her hair. She, only for a second, smiled. Soifon slumped on to her bed, bored as hell. It was strange, when you think about it, that some one would never utter a word again. For most people it would be imposable. Rangiku comes to mind, but Soifon was different. She was quite and kept to herself. Until Yoruichi came in to her life she'd just faded in to the shadows. Those were the good days, now it was just restless nights and tearful days.

'Knock, knock.' A small girl poked her head in.

"Sissy, may I come in?" Soifon nodded her head so Kaida walked in. She sat next to her older sister but didn't talk. Kaida was a splitting image of Soifon when she was younger, same hair color, and same face. The only difference was Kaida kept her hair up in a pony tail.

"Sissy why wont you talk?" Soifon shrugged her shoulders. The small girl kicked her feet back and fourth.

"Mommy was crying again, so was Daddy. And Hikari wont tell me anything, what's going on?" Soifon shook her head.

"You don't wanna talk about it." She nodded. Kaida let out a small ok and smiled.

"The flowers are blooming! Remember how Mommy said we could pick them? I thought maybe we could pick some for your friend," She mumbled the rest so Soifon couldn't hear her. It was a good idea. Soifon walked over to the door and gestured for Kaida to follow. She happily jumped off the bed and took Soifon's hand.

I might keep working on this or I might just delete it. Depends. Let me know what you think.