Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Identified ❯ Chapter 2

A/N: EEeee! I feel so loved!

-throws a party- Reviews make me so happy!! I can't believe you guys enjoyed both my Anonymous and Identified fics so much! I've been bombarded with so many demands to put this chapter up that I even started writing the ideas on my arm! With all the guesses and such from you guys, my readers, I've decided to change the story around. I already had most of the story on paper but then you guys were like, “ITS THIS GUY!” or “IT HAS TO BE THAT GUY!”

I'm happy to know that my readers are extremely enthusiastic about my fic. Of course, as the obedient fanfic writer that I am, I aim to please -cough-andtorture-cough-…. Heheh… 8D

You guys won't be disappointed!

Warning: hmmm…. I should just surprise ya. There really is no need for a warning if you read the first fic… -sweatdrop-

You guys are seriously gonna kill me after this chapter… X'''D

Author Note for REAL! I have NO idea what Ichigo's bathroom/house or Kisuke's place looks like… bear with me people… HEY and I also learned what Spiritual Pressure is!! YAY!

---Chapter Two---

 

“Because sometimes telling your enemy that you love them isn't as easy as you think.”

"Kon..." Ichigo huffed in annoyance. “What the hell do you know? It's not like you ever dated…” Ichigo sighed before burying his face into his pillows.

“I've watched enough soap opera's to know. It's not really as easy as you think, Ichigo..." the stuffed toy said as he hopped off from Ichigo's desk to his bed.

“You watch soap operas?” Ichigo curiosity got to him though he could care less about the annoying mod soul.

“Yeah? So?” the other admitted easily. “When no one is home all day, I watch TV… problem wit dat?”

“Oh, no, I won't stop you from watching feminist shows,” came Ichigo's sarcastic reply.

“Ichigo why are you such a dick he-AAAH!! LET GO!” the stuffed bear cried as he fought against Ichigo's sudden grasp on his head.

“I'm really not in the mood for you today…” Ichigo sighed as he popped out the small pill with a tap to the back of Kon's head.

The little pill rolled on his bed before he picked it up and moved to place it on his desk, along with the now lifeless doll.

“Sorry Kon,” Ichigo sighed before throwing off his sheets and moving off his bed, stretching out while standing. His body was still tired and he felt the slight aching of his limbs readying to cramp due to the lack of sleep.

Ichigo thought that maybe a hot shower would do him good as he walked out of his room to do so.

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“You know something, don't you, Urahara…”

Said man only glanced at Rukia and waved his fan.

“Urahara…” she sighed before shaking her head. “I know you know what wrong with him.”

“I never said I didn't,” came his curt reply. “I don't know Mr. Kurosaki's situation but I do know that he's been more tense than normal. He could definitely use some help but with his stubbornness…”

“If you knew he was troubled, why didn't you talk to him?”

Urahara chuckled, “Are you out of your mind? You know very well I'm the last person Mr. Kurosaki would want help from. Besides, from what I can tell, it's a personal problem that he needs to solve himself.”

Rukia sighed and nodded. “You're right. If it was something he couldn't handle, he'd ask for the help already.”

Urahara nodded before beeping from Rukia's cell phone sounded.

“Hollows…” She said unnecessarily as she checked her phone. “A lot of them too. Ichigo's spirit energy is attracting way too many.”

“Rukia,” Hitsugaya walked in from the other room. “Are you ready? Where's Abarai-san?”

Rukia blinked. “Wasn't he with you?”

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Ichigo sighed as the water ran through his hair. He let his brown eyes close as the hot water relaxed his tense muscles. His mind was blank, but only for moment before his thoughts trailed to something in particular. Only something the heat of the water reminded him, the terrible memories of what happened two weeks ago.

Ichigo cursed through gritted teeth as he slammed his fist into the tile wall beside him. He was frustrated that almost everything brought him back to the incident. There was no escape from those horrible memories.

Ichigo was willing to let it go as if nothing had happened. He wanted to forget about that night. He wanted to forget everything. He didn't want the memories of someone… no, it wasn't just anyone--- a Shinigami—raping him. Ichigo just wanted his life back to normal again, or rather, what he considered normal.

He had been avoiding going to Soul Society because of the soul reapers. He suddenly feared them and for that he never wanted to go near the Sieretie. No, it wasn't that… Ichigo knew the real reason behind his actions. He was avoiding his Shinigami friends. Any one of them could have been the culprit. He let out a very frustrated sigh as he ran his fingers through his wet hair and over his face before opening his eyes.

Wait a minute… why were the lights out? He didn't remember turning them off and he figured it was a power outage maybe?

As Ichigo felt around for the shower curtain, his hands met with a strong chest before both his wrists were grasped tightly. He gasped as he was pushed against the side of the shower, his back meeting the wet and cold wall with a loud smack, and his hands pinned to either side of him.

Ichigo's eyes went wide as he tried in vain to see the intruder and felt his heart racing as panic rose inside him. He opened his mouth to speak but was left speechless from shock.

“What the hell..? How… didn't I sense him?!”

Ichigo felt himself panicking, finally realizing what was happening. He struggled and fought against the iron grip vainly and desperately, grunting and squirming for a way out. He wasn't going to be taken like this. Not again. He'd be damn if he'd let himself go down without a fight.

“Let go of me!” Ichigo cried.

The intruder simply chuckled in reply. The man tightened his grip on Ichigo's wrists and pressed his own wet body against the teen to keep him in place.

“I'm not letting you get away with this again!”

The man didn't reply right away, as if he were thinking about Ichigo's words. Oddly that frightened Ichigo. For some reason, Ichigo felt as though this guy… wasn't the same guy from last time. His thoughts left him stunned and for some reason he couldn't move anymore.

“I don't know what you're talking about. But if this happened before, surely I am not the same person,” the man finally replied. His tone held amusement but… it sounded familiar. If it wasn't the same guy then who could it be?

Ichigo gulped and hesitated, probably afraid of the answer more than anything, “Who are you?” the question came out softer than he intended and cursed himself mentally.

The unknown man chuckled eerily. “You are too funny, Kurosaki. Spoiling the fun already is so typical of you. If I give you my identity I would have to kill you.”

Ichigo clenched his eyes shut and whimpered softly when he felt a warm tongue trail up his neck slowly and flick his ear lobe.

“Why are you doing this?” Ichigo struggled to ask, his voice shaky from the fear growing inside him.

“Another silly question I shouldn't have to answer,” came the man's reply before he bit down on Ichigo's shoulder, making the boy gasp and squirm. “Maybe if you remain still I'll tell you.” Ichigo grunted when he felt the pressure on his wrists tightening. “Fight back and I'll have to hurt you more than already tend to, Kurosaki.”

Ichigo hesitated to answer as he weighed his options. If he kept still and wouldn't fight back, he wouldn't get hurt… more. Then he would be locked up in his room wishing he were dead and regretting that he hadn't tried to at least defend himself. But if he did fight back and still manage to get raped, at least his pride wouldn't be as broken. But what wound would be deeper… do nothing and let himself get raped for the second time or fighting back and losing anyway?

Of course giving up wasn't Ichigo's style.

“Go rot in hell!” Ichigo growled as he thrashed about, hoping to free himself. This angered the nameless man and he growled inwardly before releasing his hold on Ichigo's arms and grasping the boy's neck with one hand, halting the teen's movement instantly.

“I told you what would happen if you fought back,” the man said darkly.

“Fuck you!” Ichigo choked out as he tried to pull off the strangers arm with his now free hands. The unknown man tightened his hold on Ichigo's neck, cutting off the teen's air and watching him choke.

“Like I said, I don't want to hurt you more than I have to, Ichigo, but you're leaving me with no other choice,” he said before letting go of Ichigo's neck completely. The substitute shinigami was nearly hyperventilating as his lungs desperately breathed in the hot air of the shower.

Immediately he was forced against the tiles and pinned there once again as his legs were hoisted up. Almost instantly Ichigo grabbed onto the mans shoulder involuntarily. He whimpered and let out a surprised yelp when he felt the tip of the strangers manhood prodding at his entrance.

“No! Don't, please!” Ichigo begged, the painful memories returning to him in flashes. He remembered how much it had hurt, how his body ached at the moment it happened. He didn't want to feel something like that again and he felt his body tremble slightly in fear.

He heard the man chuckle and Ichigo's stomach dropped. The man had ignored Ichigo's pleas and he thrust his hips upward, entering Ichigo forcefully and entirely in one swift movement.

“AH!” Ichigo cried out in agony when he felt himself rip apart. The burning sensation was overwhelming and he felt the tears building up in his eyes. The pain from his now bleeding entrance was too much to bear. He shuddered when he heard the man moan in satisfaction. Ichigo choked out a sob when the man pulled out completely and thrust himself up again.

“Stop!” Ichigo cried, whimpering and sobbing when the man began to move inside him. “Please stop!”

The pleas went ignored again as the unknown male continued to rock his hips and moved in and out of Ichigo, thrusting harder each time and gradually going faster. Ichigo continued to beg and cry as the man raped him cruelly and brutally.

He gripped the mans back tightly, his nails digging into his rapists flesh. The man let out a strained groan before biting down on Ichigo's shoulder like before, only harder to make the boy bleed and leave a mark. Ichigo cried out again as he pressed his fingers in deeper.

The unknown male lapped up the blood he produced from the bite before sucking on the open wound, causing Ichigo to whimper and squirm.

“You're mine. No one else can have you but me,” the man breathed huskily before licking the spot once more.

Ichigo threw his head back and cried out again as the man pounded harder into him, quickly reaching his climax. He heard the man call out Ichigo's name before his hips bucked one last time and with one finally thrust fill the smaller male with his seed. Ichigo sobbed as he felt his rapist coming hard inside him. His nails dug into the mans skin and he raked them across the mans back and down his arms, desperately trying to push the bigger male off of him. The feeling of the warm liquid filling him was sickening and Ichigo's stomach churned.

With a content sigh the man finally pulled himself out and let go of Ichigo's legs. It took everything out of Ichigo to keep himself standing as his entire frame was shaking, using the wall as support.

The man's chuckle echoed in the shower walls as he caressed Ichigo's cheek almost tenderly. The orange haired boy shook his head to rid of the hand touching his face. “Don't touch me!” he growled.

“Don't be so angry, Kurosaki,” the man only laughed, knowing Ichigo was too weak to do any harm but leaving the boy alone any way. With another content sigh the nameless man stepped out of the shower, saying “don't stay in the shower too long,” and left, leaving a broken Ichigo.

Not a moment after hearing the bathroom door close did he fall to his knees and began to sob. The running water was now cold and pounding on Ichigo's back like little ice pricks. Ichigo cried like never before, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling at it.

He screamed, frustrated with him self and he sobbed from the pain burning in his heart. Never before had he felt this angry with himself, never before had he ever hurt so much. His heart ached more than his body did and he felt so pathetic… so used.

He felt his heart skip a beat and his eyes snapped open when a familiar voice called his name through the door.

“Ichigo?”

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Renji noticed the open window in Ichigo's room as he approached the Kurosaki Clinic. Not that it mattered to Renji that it was open or not but if the window was closed that meant the boy didn't want to be bothered. Like usual he jumped up and perched himself at the window, waiting for the berry-head to insult him for entering through his window instead of being normal and using the door for once.

But the insult never came. He also expected to be attacked by the infamous stuffed lion plushy. But that never came either. Renji curiously glanced around Ichigo's room, realizing he wasn't there and that Kon was lying lifeless on his desk with MOD pill beside it. Renji entered the room and closed the window when he felt the chilly autumn wind blowing in before walking over to the lion plushy and picking it up.

The only reason Ichigo would ever take Kon out of his body is only if the Modsoul had driven him mad. That or something was just plain wrong with Ichigo.

Well… Renji couldn't blame the boy. He had been acting very strange for the past two weeks and the red head already had an idea of what the problem with Ichigo was…

Before he could dwell in his thoughts any longer, he picked up on Ichigo's spiritual energy. It felt distressed and troubled. Renji's tattooed eyebrows knitted into together and he frowned in thought. Something was definitely wrong with Ichigo.

The red head followed the boy's raitsu downstairs to the bathroom door. Renji was hesitant to knock but did so anyway.

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“Ichigo… you in there?”

He gasped when he realized who it was. What was Renji doing in his house? How long had he been in the shower? He was too caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even sense the shinigami's spiritual energy.

Ichigo's sobbing had died down but he was still a little hysterical. His body continued to tremble but not from the icy water. His body felt numb and he didn't dare move. He felt that if he did his insides would fall out from the movement. He felt ill and tried to steady his heavy and frantic breathing.

“…Ichigo?” the voice came again.

Ichigo didn't have it in him to answer. He didn't want to see anyone. He wished Renji would just go away. “What does he want from me…” Ichigo thought before he began sobbing again. He couldn't help it. He felt like Renji was there to hurt him too. Thoughts such as those were what were drove Ichigo insane.

“Ichigo?” Renji's voice was full of concern but Ichigo didn't care. He could be one of them. The substitute shinigami heard a gasp and he cringed as he hugged his body tighter and let out another sob. He heard Renji stepping closer and his body tensed.

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“What the hell happened?” Renji asked carefully, almost hesitant. His eyes were slightly wide and he both shocked and confused.

“Don't touch me!” he shouted. “Get away from me!”

“Ichigo…”

“Don't come near me!” he sobbed.

Renji couldn't help but give Ichigo a confused look. There were so many questions he wanted to ask Ichigo but…

Renji sighed and let the thought pass as he shut the water off, figuring it was cold due to Ichigo's shivering. He reached for the only towel in the room and wrapped it over Ichigo's trembling frame. Renji was a little surprised to see the boy instantly flinch on contact.

“Don't!” he sobbed. “Get away from me!”

Renji frowned and grew slightly agitated by Ichigo's behavior before shaking his head and wrapping his arms around the boy tightly, picking him up in his arms.

“Let go of me!” Ichigo began kicking and shouting, squirming to get of Renji's grasp. But the shinigami had a tight hold on him and carried the boy out of the bathroom.

It was a difficult task to get the boy out and up the stairs and into his room without falling with his moving about hysterically. Renji knew that Ichigo was upset but he didn't realize he was so frantic. Of course, Renji couldn't blame kid.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when Ichigo nearly hit him in the face. Renji wasn't having that so he dropped the boy on his bed

“Get dressed. We need to talk,” Renji ordered, his voice firm.

The substitute shinigami didn't speak and kept his head low. Ichigo still trembled slightly and hugged the towel that covered his bare body. His breathing was still slightly erratic but his sobbing had died down. The sight of Ichigo looking so vulnerable and hurt pulled at Renji's heart strings.

“You need to tell me what the hell just happened in there,” he added with a sigh. “Hurry up and get dressed,” he said lastly before stepping out of the room. He closed the door behind him and sighed deeply. Renji scratched the back of his head while thinking.

“Did Ichigo… get raped again?”

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End Notes: Bwahaha… so did you guys like it? Strange twist in plot neh?

Sorry for the short chapter… T.T It was rushed cuz I wanted to post it before I left to Dominican Republic. The next chapter is in the making! :3