There really wasn’t that much honor required to make his decision. There wasn’t anything beyond simple base desires that made him do what he did or live how he wanted to. It just so happened that one minuscule member of the soul society, as notorious as any other, happened to see what everyone else saw but was brave enough to act on it.
It went without questioning who Soi Fon is and what the soul society thought of her, but even if it goes without saying what she herself gave to the soul society, let it be said regardless in as many words what she represented.
Soi Fon was not only the most beautiful woman in all the soul society, she was the single most alluring and gorgeous person in either the various worlds of the living or of the dead. She simply was. An absolute. The single most beautiful thing.
At least, that’s how this member of the soul society felt about it.
She was vibrant, she was ferocious, she was agile, she was intoxicating, she was beauty, she was passion, she was lust. There could be no two ways about it. She was all of these things and so, so much more and you were not only just happy to have known of her existence, but honored to reside in the same realm as her. As exotic and otherworldly beautiful as she was, it didn’t seem right that you could reside in the same realm.
If you had the choice, if you had the option, then there would be no question. Without warning, without so much as a goodbye, you would throw it all away, every single aspect of your life gone to the wind in search of the sheer honor of worshiping her. There wasn’t a single thought that drove you more, there was not a greater honor to be had. To be in the same room as her and be given the divine honor and pleasure to worship her head to toe, hand to foot. To gaze at her, smell her, taste her, to lick off her sweat, to use your face to dry off her armpit, to have her spit in your mouth. What else was there worth living for? What else could possibly drive anyone to do anything else?
It was the thought of her perfect, sublime face that got you out of bed each day, it was the image, the passing chance glance at her bare back that she paraded regularly that drove you to sweet dreams each night.
Frankly, it was plain as day. Soi Fon was divinity in motion. The supreme limit of the concept of beauty. She was everything there could ever be on the subject. She was truth.
And the day would come when that truth was laid bare. The day came when finally the stars aligned and your hearts did to. If even for one glancing moment.
You made eye contact.
The most beautiful thing in existence. And she saw you. And you saw her.
What else could you do?
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